Aria's POV
I slid into the driver's seat, my fingers already reaching for the door handle when a hand suddenly clamped down on it, wrenching it back open.
The Patek Philippe watch caught the fluorescent lights first. Then I saw it—that damned wedding band, still glinting mockingly on his finger.
"Aria!" Ethan's voice was ragged, breathless. "Finally! Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you?"
He shoved half his body into the doorway, physically blocking me from closing the door. His chest heaved like he'd been running, his normally perfect hair disheveled.
For a moment, I could see the fury blazing in his eyes. But then something shifted as he really looked at me—really saw me—and that anger flickered, dimming into something else entirely.
I knew what he
