Aria’s POV
I let out a shaky sigh.
“Thank you for sharing dinner tonight. I’m sorry for the mess… my husband and I will leave now.”
I gave Marcel a small, stiff bow, forcing myself not to let my eyes linger on him even though every part of me wanted to. Just one last look to see if he was alright but Aiden’s grip tightened and he pulled me out before I could.
The moment we were out of Marcel’s sight, I yanked my arm free and spun to face Aiden.
“Aria…”
Before he could finish, my palm cracked across his cheek. His head snapped to the side, blood smearing against my skin. He slowly turned back, his jaw tight, lips parted like he wanted to explain.
“Ari...”
I slapped him again, harder this time. My hand stung, but I didn’t care. My chest was heaving, my heart racing.
“And you better
