Aria’s POV
The phone felt heavy in my hand, the screen glowing like a countdown clock.
*“The papers are ready for your signature. Does she know yet?”*
The "she" was me. There was no doubt about that. The papers? Those could be anything. A divorce. A property transfer. An annulment.
But standing there in the middle of my kitchen, surrounded by Livia’s things, I realized I was done playing nice. I was done being the woman who waited for Max to decide my fate.
I set Livia's phone back exactly where she had left it. I adjusted it to the same angle, making sure the light hit it the same way.
I headed upstairs, not long after, I heard the front door open again... And Livia's voice.
"I think I left my phone Inside." I heard her say to Max.
I waited a few minutes to confirm that they had
