Stella POV
I was laying in bed, attempting to sleep, when I heard the front door open. It was late, possibly beyond midnight. I sat up, alert for any signals of danger. Slow and wobbly footsteps approached the living room. Aaron was drunk again. It had been his continuous routine.
I knew he'd been stressed over the company's problems. It was late, and I had been up all night worrying about him. I knew he'd been having a terrible time recently, coping with corporate problems and his concerns with Zale. I sighed and got up when I heard the sound of glass smashing on the ground.
I slipped out of bed, wrapping myself in a robe, and made my way to the living room. The sound of Aaron's drunken footsteps echoed through the empty house, as he stumbled towards the sofa. I could smell the alco
