The billionaire's innocent wife(Made men # 3)

Arya hurried out of the kitchen to get to her phone on the couch in her small living room. The ringing stopped while she fumbled to get it. It started again an unknown number on the screen display.  She answered it not knowing who would call these many times. Since she left her life behind no one called her these days even ones. Unless it was from the university. Which was really sad and pathetic?  Arya pushes her angry resentment to the back of her mind. And put the phone to her ear.  "Hello''  She answered calmly. The voice on the other end that replied was not unfamiliar to her but she had a hard time recognizing it.  "Hello, is this Mrs. Arya Royal"  No one called her Mrs. Arya Royal she thought painfully. Arya Royal died 2 years 9 months and 11 days ago. That name now only brought painful reminders that life was a double-edged sword.  But who would call her through this number with her former name?  "Ma'am please this is an emergency''  Arya sacked in air. Emergency! what emergency? Was Aaron ok?  She slammed that door in her mind before it could gain any more inch in her mind.  What should she say?  "Please ma'am, are you there?"  "Yes, I'm here and this is she. How may I help you?"  The man exhaled what sounded like a relieved sigh.  "Mrs. Royal, I am sorry to have to call you so late but please I need a minute of your time."  "It's ok Mr..... her words trailed off since he didn't give her his name.  "Mr. Charles Barrington, I'm your husband's lawyer, ma'am. I'm sorry to inform you that he has been in a car accident."  Arya's world turned, her ears rung, her mind blanked. She dropped to the small coffee table behind her as if her legs couldn't hold her anymore. She couldn't get passed the word car accident.  They kept repeating in her mind over and over again. Each time worse than before.  She was surprised to feel her cheeks wet with tears. I am carrying, she thought numbly.  "Mrs. Royal, are you there"  His sharp, almost panicked voice brought Arya back from her frozen state.  "Yes, Yes I'm here Mr. Barrington I'm...this..is such a shock."  "I understand Mrs. Royal. He is in the hospital still. He came out of the coma and he's been asking for you, ma'am."  Coma... Arya thought with fear for him still fresh in her heart.  "I will be on the next flight to New York. Please send me the address of the hospital. God, I'm not sure there is any flight leaving tonight this late, but I will see what I can do."  "Mrs. Royal, I have the plane ticket for you, I will email them to you. And there will be someone waiting for at the airport. I will include those details and your hotel room number in the email. Your flight leaves in one hour and forty minutes."  Arya wasn't surprised everything has been arranged by Aaron's people. They were always competent employees.  But Aaron was asking for her. Her. That sounded like a far-fetched idea. The last time she saw him, his words left her devastated. But it warmed the frozen block of ice she put around her heart since that horrible day.   No, Arya stomped that thought ruthlessly. Just because he asked for her meant nothing other than to complete the divorce. Maybe now that he has had his revenge, he wanted her out of his life once and for all.  He asked for her, her, her when he was most vulnerable. That told Arya enough about his state of health.  " I appreciate that, Mr. Barrington. I will see you soon. Thank you for the call."  After hanging up the phone, Arya started gathering her necessities for this trip. Her mind far away.  She moved around in a complete state of daze. Within ten minutes Arya changed into a long-sleeved black shirt. Tight black jeans. Black sneakers. She put her long wavy golden blond hair in a messy bun.  She grabbed her light brown jacket she brought for the beginning of summer, but the air was still cool enough to have a hint of spring in it. For the first time since she and Aaron separated, she would be in contact with him and his family.  But she couldn't go there yet. Why? Oh, why would this happen to her just when she was about to move on with her life? Or what remained of it?  A few minutes later, she locked the door to her tiny apartment and hurried for the airport.  Arya went through the motions at the airport, fear clouding her mind. Fear of what she would find in new-York, fear of Aaron's reaction, fear of her own reaction to him, and most of all fear of his family.  The people who made her life a living hell. She rubbed her right hand over her heart to expel the lingering pain in there. But the pain of losing Aaron was nothing compared to the pain of losing three children.  The announcement to board the flight jolted her back from the dark corners of her mind. Since her ticket was first class Arya made her way to that section. The large comfortable black leather chairs and the spaciousness of it were a sharp reminder of her former husband's wealth.  "What would you like to drink ma'am"?  Arya looked up at the elegant brunette flight attendant.  "A bottle of water, please" she even managed a small smile for the hostess.  It took a long time and no time at all before they landed in JFK. Arya felt sick to her stomach. Her heart galloped inside her chest wildly, which was terrible in her condition. It wasn't long before Arya saw Philip, Aaron's driver.  The dazzling smile he gave her surprised so much so she stopped in her trucks causing several people to pump into her. Arya didn't expect any warm welcome from any of Aaron's people. Whether be it family or employee. He walked towards her before he gave her a quick glance from head to toe.  "It is good to see you, Mrs. Royal. We have all been waiting for your arrival. Welcome home."  Arya's mouth fell open, but before she knew what to say to that statement, Philip grabbed the luggage from her hand and directed her out of the crowded airport. The cool interior of the limo was a pleasant welcome compared to the air inside the airport.  The smell of new leather and Aaron's cologne inside the limo made Arya remember many hours they went together in this very car, and all the times they made love on the same seats she sat on now.  The unwelcome thoughts of Aaron doing the same acts in here with other women made Arya look out the window and watch the ever-present of traffic in new-York in fascination.