Aria’s POV
I woke before the sun fully rose, the penthouse still wrapped in the soft gray of early morning.
The wall side of the bed was empty and cold, I wished he had stayed in my bed longer, but because of some reason, he slipped out hours ago.
The memory of last night pressed against my chest like a bruise: him carrying Sophia in his arms, her head nestled against his shoulder, while I stood frozen by the window, pretending their arrival hadn’t shattered something inside me.
I couldn’t stay in that bed a minute longer.
I padded barefoot through the quiet halls, intending to make coffee and clear my head, when I noticed the door to Ethan’s private bedroom was slightly ajar. A sliver of light spilled into the corridor.
I pushed it open with trembling hands. I trusted Ethan, but I
