Aria's POV
The crowd parted, and I saw him, Nathan.
My husband, my destroyer.
He stood behind Sophia, pushing her wheelchair as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her pale leg peeked through a slit in her designer dress, a tiny bandage on her ankle. Around them, the doctors moved like bees around their queen.
"Nathan," she murmured, her voice soft, almost bashful. "It's just a scrape. If I weren't pregnant, we wouldn't need all this fuss."
Her cheeks glowed pink, her eyes shy but glimmering. She looked up at him as if the sun rose for her.
And Nathan, the cold, unreadable Nathan I was used to, looked down at her with something dangerously close to warmth.
"Let the best doctors run a full check," he said evenly. "You're our lead attorney at Hemsworth Group. This is nothi
