Aria’s POV
“I told you this would happen!”
My voice echoed across the living room of my childhood home.
The same house where Alina and I used to braid each other’s hair. The same house where my parents swore they loved us equally.
It felt like a lie now.
My mother stood near the sofa, wringing her hands nervously. “Aria, calm down. You’re pregnant. You shouldn’t be stressing like this.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” I snapped. “Do you even know what he’s been doing?”
My father stood by the window, his jaw tight, his phone pressed to his ear.
He was calling her.
Again.
“She’s not picking up,” he muttered, ending the call only to dial again.
“Of course she’s not picking up!” I cried. “She’s too busy playing innocent while sneaking around with my husband.”
The word husband cracked
