ARIA’S POV
I sink deeper into the warm water of the pool, letting the gentle ripples lap against my skin. For the first time in what feels like forever, the heavy weight of anxiety and constant worry has lifted from my shoulders. I can actually breathe better.
Jeremiah is getting stronger every single day. His laughter echoes through the house more often now. His cheeks have a healthier glow.
Everything is perfect except for the bizarre atmosphere in this house. An unspoken rivalry between Noah and my son.
How can a grown, powerful man be shameless about competing with a three-year-old child?
It is ridiculous but it warms a part of my heart, kind of.
I had spent the morning hunched over my laptop, meticulously going through the financial audits of our silk shipments from the logist
