Ariana sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the message with a confused look.
‘We need to talk.’ Those words burned through her chest in a quiet but heavy way, the kind that unsettled her more. He still hadn’t properly apologized to her for cheating and yet, here he was making demands.
She didn’t want to reply. Every cell in her body told her nothing good could come from meeting him again. But then there was the mention of the house. That was what made her pause.
He had written earlier that it was “about the house.” Her house.
Ariana frowned, her fingers hovering above her phone screen. She didn’t want to see him or breathe the same air as the man who had betrayed her and shattered everything they once had. But at the same time, curiosity filled her.
‘What could he possibly have to
