Aria’s POV
Dante was all over social media.
And he wasn’t alone.
That girl from his father’s party — the blonde one who sat beside him and laughed at his joke — she was there too, and she was laughing.
Dante wasn’t even that funny. Why did she look at him like he was a comedian? He had never made me laugh that hard before.
And why was her hand on his arm? Why was he smiling at her like she hung the moon? Why were they together? And why did the captions read: “CEO of Crownmark Industries finally taken?”
I couldn’t read further than that because my chest felt like it was caving in. I switched off my phone and tossed it to the other end of my bed, curled into a ball, and tried not to cry.
He had promised me that he would find a solution for me. He looked at me like he wanted to help, l
