Aria’s POV
No. No. No.
I didn't want him to find out like this.
Not tonight. But from the moment I stepped out of the house, my phone had been lighting up with his calls. He knew. Somehow, he always knew.
“I’m very sure you heard me,” his voice boomed again, firm and commanding.
Marcel’s eyes stayed fixed on mine, burning, searching, but I couldn’t hold them so I dropped my gaze to the floor, shame heating my skin. I felt his grip tighten on me, rough and unyielding.
Then slowly—too slowly—he turned his head toward the man who had just spoken.
Aiden.
My husband.
Marcel’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across his face. His chest rose and fell, sharp and ragged, like the air itself was betraying him.
“What the f**k did this fucker just say?” Marcel demanded, his voice cutting th
