Aria quickly brushed away the lingering thoughts of Marco… and his father, Damian. What’s wrong with me? she asked herself. I’m married to Damian. And Marco, he cheated on me. She shook her head, frustrated. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him.
Uneasy, she reached for her phone and called Fiona.
"Hey, I’ll come see you this afternoon, around three," she said.
By the time the clock struck three, Aria was already dressed and on her way. Fiona opened the door with a warm smile. “Finally,” she said. “I’ve missed this face.”
Aria managed a tired smile and walked in.
Once seated, she didn’t hold back. “I feel like Damian sees me as a toy… something he can just use when it suits him.”
Fiona raised an eyebrow. “I warned you, Aria. But you didn’t want to listen.”
“That’s not even the wors
