Aria’s POV
Aria’s POV
Aria’s POV
I walk off the stage with my chin high and my smile wide, my heels clicking like applause beneath me. God, the satisfaction swirling in my chest is sweeter than anything I’ve tasted in months.
Alina thought she was smart.
Thought she could steal my place.
Thought she could keep my husband, my life, my name.
Refuse to switch back?
Oh, she truly believed she had won.
But she didn’t know I had prepared for this from the start.
I was scared, terrified, actually, that once she tasted a little love, a little luxury, she would disobey. That’s what people like her do. They get greedy. They take and take and take. So I came prepared.
Every phone call we ever had about switching back?
Recorded.
Every conversation where she begged, cried, pretended to be
