ARIA’S POV

 The divorce papers, a symbol of my freedom from Matteo, were clutched in my hand. I flung them towards Dennis, who sat comfortably on a chair outside his humble abode, legs crossed as if he hadn't a care in the world. 

The calmness in his demeanor only served to emphasize the turmoil that brewed within my heart, a turmoil that threatened to consume me. Dennis' smile faltered as he retrieved the divorce papers from his chest, the once carefree expression replaced with furrowed brows.

 “Why-”. He started, but I didn’t let him finish.

 “I won’t sign that”. I said, and I could still feel the anger coursing through...