Aria POV
I stared at my sister across the restaurant entrance, every muscle in my body tensed.
"What do you want, Vivian?" I kept my voice low and controlled.
She examined her manicured nails. "I'm here because of Damien. It's pathetic, really. The great Damien Blackwood, reduced to obsessing over his ex-wife, he thinks there is a child."
"That's not my problem." I say.
"It becomes your problem when he starts interfering with my plans." Her eyes snapped to mine. "He won't even look at me anymore. Won't return my calls. All because he's convinced himself that you're somehow the one that got away."
I laughed bitterly. "He threw me away. There's a difference."
"Details." She waved a hand dismissively. "The point is, you need to tell him to move on. Make it clear there's nothing left between you."
"I've already told him that."
