That night, another wall was shattered between Arwen and Aiden.
They might not have realized this, but even with so much missing between them, they have succeeded in building sothing that ran deeper than what they once shared.
Arwen might not rember Aiden from the past …
But now that she had co to know him again, there was no going back.
There was no walking away from each other anymore …
Not because there are no reasons to, but because no reasons could make them to.
Their souls had tasted sothing they could never forget. Sothing real that was unforgettable.
***
Back in New York —
In the Martins' Residence, Selene sat at her desk under the golden chandelier. Her fingers gripped the phone tightly, as if she could shatter it into pieces and sohow erase the one thing she refused to accept.
The proof —the undeniable proof —that had turned her world upside down.
She hadn't ant to tornt herself. She only wanted one glimpse of Aiden. Just to calm herself. Just to feel a little closer to him.
But if she had known this was the glimpse she would get …
She would have never dared to look.
"How could he?" she choked out, her voice barely more than a whisper —shaking with disbelief.
She had used her family's private source to extract the video footage from the Cralen International Airport, but little did she expect that it wouldn't be just Aiden she would be watching. There would be even that woman with him, wrapped in his arms like she had always belonged there.
No.
Aiden's embrace just belonged to her. No one else!
Although she had never gotten the chance to be that close to him, she had envisioned it a thousand tis.
That was supposed to be her place.
That was her future.
There is no way she would allow any woman to co out of nowhere and take what was rightfully hers.
She watched the video, and her entire body trembled with rage the more he watched. The way he held her. The way he looked at her —
Like the world didn't exist beyond her lips.
Since when had he beco like this?
Hadn't he always been cold? Guarded? Distant from the people —like they were just passing monts?
Then why today, he looked at that woman like she was the only one that was existing and ant to exist in his world?
Like he would walk through Hell if it ant she would be waiting at the end of it?
Why?
Selene's eyes burned with fury as she paused the video on the exact fra that showed Aiden resting his forehead against hers.
That tenderness …
That tenderness was exactly what she wanted, yet she never thought he was capable of giving.
So, she compromised.
But now that she had seen it was not difficult for him … she couldn't think of compromising anymore.
She needed that tenderness from him … all for herself and only for herself.
"Is she the woman?" she asked, and the man standing at a distance nodded, keeping his head low.
"Yes, Young Miss. She is Arwen Quinn, Mr. Aiden Winslow's wife—"
Before he could finish the syllable, the phone was roughly hurled at him. He flinched, but it was too late for him to react.
The tal fra of the small device hit his head, making him wince in pain.
"Ah—!" he cried.
"She is not his wife," she shouted as if ready to destroy whoever contradicts her on that. "Address her that again, I will make sure you, along with your fu*king family, regret your existence in this world."
The man didn't dare. Keeping his head, he shook his head. "I–I wouldn't dare," he stamred out.
Selene looked at him, gritting out. At this mont, even if she took his life, she wouldn't be satisfied.
"Go and find out about her," she tried to suppress herself. 'I want every fu*king detail about her. I want to know everything. Do you understand?"
The man nodded and quickly took his leave.
Once he left, Selene swept her arms across the desk, making everything fall in the process.
"Aiden, I am not giving up on you, you hear that?" she scread. "You are ant to belong to . Only . No one else can have you. I have been patient enough. But this ends here. I will soon get back to you. You will be mine, just the way you portrayed to be hers, today."
With that, she stood, walked over the shards of the ceramics and left the room.
Once she exited, the maids entered to clean up the ss she had made. It was frustrating, but it was their job.
***
anwhile, back in Cralens,
After sating themselves in each other's arms, finally Aiden got down bed. Walking out of the bedroom of his suit, he found the clothes that were kept prepared for them.
He took it with him and walked back into the room.
Walking back to the side of the bed, he saw her sleeping peacefully. So unguarded. So pure.
Her hair was spread across the pillow, adding more vibe to her ethereal charm.
She still looked like the angel she had always been. He could watch her like this for an eternity, and even that wouldn't be enough to keep him satisfied.
His thoughts were interrupted when his phone rang sowhere. His brows furrowed, not liking the disturbance, but he turned to look around.
And not long after, he found his phone lying on the floor, half slipped out of his dress-suit pocket. He reached and grabbed it before answering it.
"Sorry, sir. This was a little urgent, so I had to disturb you at this hour."
Emyr's voice ca through the line, and Aiden's expression showed hints of annoyance.
"What is it?" he asked, and the hint of warning underlying in it was unmistakable.
Emyr swallowed before speaking, "Sir, soone was following you from New York. We have caught him."
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