Jameson's POV
I arrived home later than usual, my mind still clouded with thoughts of Aria at the restaurant. No matter how much I tried to push the image away, it kept replaying in my head—her sitting across from Nicholas, laughing, smiling in a way I had never seen before.
I couldn’t believe it.
She was on a date with another man. I could recall how she got upset when I told her that I'll be dropping her, not knowing she had gotten herself a special ride. And to make matters worse, she texted me—me—that she wasn’t coming home.
My irritation knew no bounds.
Did she enjoy his company that much? Enough to spend the night at his place? The thought alone made my grip on the wheelchair tighten as I moved through the hallway.
The meeting at the restaurant wasn't an important one. But my
