Ethan's POV
I hit redial immediately. The call wouldn't go through.
My fist slammed into the desk before I could stop myself, sending papers and pens scattering across the polished surface.
The sharp crack of impact echoed through my office, but it did nothing to ease the rage burning in my chest.
Who the hell was that man?
The door burst open, and Clara rushed in, her eyes wide with alarm.
"Ethan, what happened—"
"She's with someone else." The words tasted like poison. "Aria. There was a man answering her phone."
I tried calling again, my fingers jabbing at the screen with barely controlled violence. Nothing. The line was dead.
Clara moved closer, but I couldn't look at her. Couldn't think past the image forming in my mind—Aria with another man. Some bastard t
