Julian POV
I couldn’t possibly believe Aria would say she wanted a divorce. Why? What gave her the audacity to say it to my face?
Divorce.
The word kept ringing in my head. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid sloshing against the crystal. I’m sure she didn’t know what she was saying. She would come back to her senses soon enough. I gave her my last name—Cross—a name that screamed power itself. I knew she wouldn’t want to mess that up.
My office was too quiet. So quiet I could hear the hum of traffic from the street below, eighteen floors down.
The thought of how Aria had looked at me in that hospital room kept playing in my mind. She looked sick. Pale. Exhausted. Dark circles under her eyes.
“I’m done, Julian.”
The words rang in my head on repeat.
She hadn’t flinch
