CHAPTER 37
ADAM’S POV
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I am completely taken aback by the sharp words spewing from George’s mouth. It is a bitter realization that, in my absence, he and my family have denigrated Aria. The weight of this revelation hits me like a ton of bricks,
I cannot help but feel a pang of guilt, recognizing that this toxic environment is a consequence of my own actions. It is a sobering
moment of clarity, as I come to terms with the role I have played in allowing such negativity to fester unchecked. The weight of responsibility settles heavily on my shoulders, as I grapple with the consequences of my inaction.
The shock hits me hard as I realize that neither George nor any of my friends have ever uttered a word about Aria in my presence.
I never could have imagined that this was their opinion of my Aria.
The possessiveness implied by the phrase “my Aria” catches me off guard, as if acknowledging a deep connection I had not fully recognized before. It is a moment of profound revelation, as I struggle with the dissonance between the perception of Aria held by those around me and the reality of the woman I know and love. The weight of this realization hangs heavy in the air, stirring up a
chaos of conflicting emotions within me.
Aria’s stoic silence in the face of George’s hurtful words speaks volumes. There is a regal air about her, as if she has risen above
the petty squabbles and judgements of others. It is as though she has decided to reclaim her power, refusing to be rattled by the
opinions of those around her.
In this moment, she exudes a quiet strength, like a queen on her throne, unruffled by the turmoil swirling around her. It is a striking display of resilience, leaving me in awe of her unwavering composure in the face of adversity.
“Adam! Make sure you take care of your sister and friend before matters get worsel
My uncle’s sudden intervention catches me off guard, his words carrying a weight of warning that leaves me reeling. It is a stark
reminder of my neglect in protecting Aria, a responsibility I have failed to uphold in the face of escalating tensions.
His presence, usually a comforting presence as a protector to Aria, now feels intrusive and unsettling as he approaches her, holding her by the wrist.
“Let’s go, Aria.”
Confusion clouds my thoughts as I struggle with the implications of his actions. Why is he here, and why is he singling out Aria in this manner? The audacity of his gesture sends a surge of indignation coursing through me, as I struggle to comprehend his
motivations.
It is a moment of dissonance, as the uncle I have known to be a guardian figure now appears to be crossing boundaries in a way
that leaves me deeply unsettled.
Aria’s willingness to heed my uncle’s words, as if he were her mentor, adds another layer of complexity to the situation. It proves the trust and respect she holds for him, a bond that seems to transcend the chaos unfolding around us.
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Despite the tension and uncertainty in the air, her deference to his guidance says a lot about their relationship. In that moment, I am struck by a sense of admiration for the connection they share, even as it leaves me feeling somewhat sidelined and perplexed.
It is a reminder of the depth of their bond, and the influence my uncle holds over Aria’s actions and decisions.
Both Aria and my uncle leave, without even glancing back, as if we are nothing but a fly in a cup of tea. To my astonishment, as they both depart, Stella Newton orders us to leave—on a very serious tone. The frustration overpowers me and I can only blame.
my sister, George, Sophia and myself for what has happened.
Adrian’s suggestion to escape to the nearby bar offers a tempting respite from the tension and turmoil swirling around us. Eager for a reprieve from the fraught atmosphere, I agree to join my friends, seeking solace in their company.
However, what starts as a seemingly innocent diversion quickly spirals into a nightmarish scenario. Away from the prying eyes of Sophia and Eva, the truth of their accusations and the weight of my uncle’s warning weigh heavily on my mind.
As the drinks flow and inhibitions wane, tensions among my friends reach a boiling point, fueled by unresolved conflicts and simmering resentments. What was intended as an escape from the chaos only serves to exacerbate it, plunging us deeper into a maelstrom of drama and discord.
They start bad mouthing Aria, calling her names and disrespects her in my presence.
“You
guys would dare to talk to Arla in this manner?”
I want to hear what they have to say; but they surprise me when they claim that they would not even look or talk to her for she is unworthy of any attention. They emphasized how Sophia and I were a great match.
I cannot not hold it any more. Just as I am about to lash out at them, Adrian points sarcastically to the side.
“Spealding of the Devil, here she is!”
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