- Aria
I didn’t even realize I was heading for the back seat until my hand brushed the door handle.
I was just acting on instinct—the kind I pick up when I realized I wasn't really a wife anymore, just someone he kept around from a distance.
“Front,” Luca said firmly.
I froze for half a second, then nodded and walked around the car like it didn’t matter. My chest was already tight before I even sat down.
I hated being in the passenger seat. It felt too intimate. I couldn't stop thinking about all our late-night drives and the fights we never finished—or the way he’d just rest his hand on my leg like it was totally normal.
I stared straight ahead and shut the door.
He just hopped in and started the car, adjusting his mirrors as if nothing were amiss. He was in full 'A
