Aria’s POV
When I opened my eyes, the room was painfully quiet.
Too quiet.
The curtains were half drawn, letting in a thin line of morning light that stabbed straight into my skull. My head throbbed as if someone had taken a hammer to it all night. My throat was dry, my limbs heavy, but the fog in my mind was already clearing.
Ethan was gone.
I pushed myself up slowly, the blanket sliding off my body. The other side of the bed was cold—untouched. No crease. No warmth. That alone told me everything I needed to know.
He had left early.
With her.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips, but it broke halfway and turned into a shaky breath. My chest tightened as memories from last night rushed back—Sophia’s smile, the colorless bottle, Ethan’s cold eyes when he accused me of being drunk.
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