Aria shoved him away and snapped, "Adrian, what are you trying to do?"
With his broad shoulders and tall, inverted-triangle build, Adrian stood on the deck like a statue carved from ice. The sharp lines of his features looked even colder and more defined under the reflection of the water.
"Aria, do you regret it?" he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice.
'Regret?'
Seeing the confusion in her eyes, he added, "Do you regret divorcing me? If you had held on a little longer, all of this would have been yours. From then on, you could have had anything you wanted." His gaze carried a smug, cutting edge.
But Aria understood. He was showing off, and he was humiliating her.
"I do regret it," she said calmly.
"Oh?" Adrian raised a brow, clearly pleased with her answer.
"I regret ever marryi
