Aria’s POV
“Lucian,” Julia scolded. “You should be more considerate to Aria.”
“Sheila’s presence in my home has nothing to do with Aria,” Lucian replied.
My home, he’d said. Not, our home. That hurt more than it should have, especially now, after I’d left. He really mustn’t miss me at all.
And he was right, more than he knew. Sheila’s presence really did have nothing to do with me, because as far as I was concerned, Lucian and I were already divorced. He was the one holding everything up by refusing to sign the paperwork. I’d already checked out.
Just like now. I didn’t want to hear any more of this argument. Not Julia’s accusations, or Lucian’s defense.
“It was nice seeing you again,” I said to Julia and Harold. “If you’ll excuse me…” Before they could stop me, I turned and walked a
