Aria’s POV
Aiden's prediction proved startlingly accurate. The very next day after we filed suit against Vivian, I found myself face-to-face with two all too familiar figures right in our foyer.
I stared in disbelief at Owen Duncan, who looked like he’d aged ten years overnight, his usual arrogance replaced by a haggard weariness. Beside him stood his sister Vivian, whose eyes burned with a hatred so intense I could practically feel its scorching heat on my skin.
"Mrs. Carter," Owen began, his voice strained, cloaked in a forced, unnatural politeness. "We'd like a moment of your time."
Lucy hovered nervously nearby, clearly uncomfortable with having let them into our home. I gave her a reassuring nod, a silent signal that it was alright, before turning back to our unwelcome v
