Ethan's POV
I didn't sleep. Not a f*****g second.
The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with sweat despite the air conditioning running full blast. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard it—that breathy moan through the phone, the sound of her losing herself in someone else's arms.
My chest felt like someone had carved it open with a dull blade.
Married. She said she was married.
And there was definitely a man there. I'd heard his voice—deep, possessive, threatening. The kind of voice that made my wolf bristle with territorial rage.
I sat up, running my hands through my hair hard enough to hurt. The clock on the nightstand glowed 3:47 AM in accusatory red numbers.
This couldn't be real.
Aria didn't know the truth about our marriage—the fake certificate, the m
