Arwen looked at Aiden through the mirror and pressed her lips in a thin line. Turning around, she narrowed her gaze at him. Pressing her hands over her hips, she pouted, "Husband, you already made accept your condition, but you are still upset. Aren't you putting at a loss?"
Aiden crossed his arms as he stared at her. His brows were still slightly furrowed in concern while his gaze was steady. "Accepting my condition doesn't make any less concerned, Moon," he said.
Arwen softened. She could feel his fear, his dread of seeing her hurt and it kind of ward her heart. She never knew soone's concern could make one feel so relaxed. But here with him concerned for her, she felt it unnecessary to stay concerned for herself.
Stepping closer, she pressed a soft smile over her lips. "I know you worry," she said gently, reaching for his hand. "But I want you to believe . Believe in the promise that I have given you. Sa as I believe that nothing wrong will happen to with you around."
Aiden's expression softened just a bit, and she squeezed his hand reassuringly. They shared a small mont until Arwen realized sothing really important that she had been missing.
Glancing at her watch, she said, "Oh, it's already ti. I think I should make a move now, or else I will get late." As she completed her words, she removed her hands from his and took a step back.
Although he had been swift in her move, Aiden was still able to feel the slight vibration through her cold skin that she only gets when she is nervous.
"You want to co?" he asked again, even though he knew she would refuse.
Arwen hesitated. She wanted him to co with her so that she could be calr. But at the sa ti, she knew she couldn't ask him today, not when she knew that her mother could wreak havoc over things. She doesn't want him to face that because he didn't deserve it.
Shaking her head, she smiled. "It's fine, I will handle it," she said.
Aiden stared at her for a mont before nodding to her. Standing up, he took a step closer to her and cupped her cheek. "I know you will."
Arwen nodded back to him, letting his confidence seep into her through his gentle caress. "You are not going to company today?" she asked, noting that it was past his usual timing.
"I will. I am just waiting for you," he said and she raised her brows at him, not understanding what he ant. At which, he further added, "Co on, get your bag, I will drop you there on the way."
Arwen blinked. "But Quinn's Villa is not on your way."
"It doesn't have to be on my way to drive you there, Moon. I can drive you to your destination before making the trip to mine," he said, and Arwen smiled.
"Alright. Wait for , I will get my bag." With that, she turned to walk back to the closet to get her handbag. "Let's go," she said as she ca out, ready to go.
***
anwhile, at Ryan's condo, Ryan woke up with a pounding headache. The previous night, he hadn't even made it to his bedroom, so on waking up, he found himself sprawled on the floor, surrounded by empty bottles, with the look of disheveled, lost.
For a brief mont, as his head felt clouded by the hangover, he managed to forget everything. But that blissful forgetfulness didn't last for long. As his eyes took in his state on the glass window and then the ss around him, mories of the night before ca rushing back, each one piercing deeper than the last.
The announcent he had seen on Delyth's phone replayed in his mind, haunting him. Rembering it, his first instinct was to grab his own phone and check, hoping against hope that it had all been a bad dream —a nightmare.
But as the screen lit up, all his hope ca shattering. There it was —the sa announcent, staring back at him, reminding him that it hadn't been a nightmare, but a reality which was painfully real.
Ryan's heart twisted as he took in the details once more, feeling the sa sharp, unbearable pain that had driven him to drink like retard last night. If it only had been a rumor, he might have convinced himself it was just a prank. But the photos of the marriage certificate, with the official stamp and date, left no room for doubt. Not anymore. The date was clear —it was the sa day she had sent him the break-up text, the day when she had for the first ti ntioned it. The very day they were supposed to get their certificates.
He never knew she would be bold enough to go and get it with soone else. How could she?
Was this so kind of revenge that she planned on him?
Sothing that she pulled to make him realize his wrong?
But even for revenge, how could she dare to marry soone else?
Did she not think that this would ruin her chance with him?
That she would lose him?
Did she not fear it once?
The questions filled his mind, racing wildly. And it was then sothing different stuck to him. Amidst the questions of self-doubt, rose a suspicion of her betrayal. Could all this be her plan? A plan that she only executed at the right ti?
His eyes turned sharp as he focused on the na partially visible on the certificate. He couldn't read the na, but the surna 'Winslow' was clear. His fingers tightened around his phone while his jaws clenched. He knew Arwen would never betray him. He doesn't know where that confidence was coming from, but it was there instilled in him, very deeply.
But if she hadn't betrayed him, then who is this Winslow? And why had she married him?
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