Aria’s POV
Jameson was finally discharged after a week in the hospital. I should have felt relieved, but instead, I was caught in a frustrating loop of emotions I couldn’t shake off. Every morning, I made his breakfast, set it on the table, and left without eating with him. It wasn’t about the food—it was about the space between us, the words he wasn’t saying.
Since I told him I broke up with Adrian, he hadn’t brought up the divorce. Not once. I needed to hear him say it, that whatever deal we had was over, that we weren’t bound by some arrangement anymore. That we were in this because we wanted to be.
But he didn’t say anything.
And the distance kept growing daily. The past two weeks had slipped away in a blur of routine. Between online classes and my cooking lessons, I kept myself oc
