ARIA'S POV
I couldn’t breathe.
Not really. Not after the way Kane looked at me like I was dirt, like I was something to be suspected.
He actually thought… me? That I’d side with Ross? That I’d somehow know who was behind the shootings when I nearly bled out from one of those bullets?
God it stung. Deeper than I wanted it to.
And the stupid part? I shouldn’t even care.
Because this thing between us—it’s not real. It’s a contract. A stupid façade. He doesn’t owe me trust. He doesn’t owe me… anything. I’m not his wife, not the way a wife is supposed to be and he sure as hell isn’t my husband.
So why does it feel like betrayal? Why does it feel like someone just scooped my chest out with their bare hands?
I sat there, spine too straight, face too calm, biting down on everything boiling
