Aria's pov
Did I try to call Aiden? I didn’t. Aiden wouldn’t lie to me….at least to the best of my knowledge.
Besides, I'll be seeing him soon anyway — we were finalising the divorce and I'll be taking the papers to his place myself.
But right now, all I could focus on was Marcel.
It had been five days. Five long, quiet days, and he still hadn’t woken up. His mother refused to let me breathe, insisting he’d recover better from home. So we moved him back to his house
Two live-in nurses watched him around the clock, and the doctor came in every morning and night.
“But why isn’t he waking up?” I asked as the doctor finished checking his vitals. My voice cracked despite how hard I tried to keep it steady.
I was getting desperate. It had been five days — five days of watching him lie t
