14. A HUSBAND
Ara's POV
I pulled it off. I did it. I somehow managed to convince Fabian to let me into his house. I would do a victory dance, but I was still reeling with shock and a bit of anger. The memory of the reason why I left New York in the first place was hitting me, and I felt like running away from the house as far as I could. My plan was working perfectly, but my mind and my body didn't seem to agree; they didn't seem to like that.
I managed to convince my husband that I was bored and just wanted some excitement, maybe, that William didn't exist and I was just here alone, but my mind wasn't having it, and my body wasn't either. All the plans, thoughts, and conclusions that ruled my mind for the past few weeks were all for nothing because I couldn't even enter the house. All
