Chapter 140 The Wife

Aria’s POV It had been three months since Ethan walked through the front door of our home. Three months since I heard the click of his watch hitting the marble tray on the dresser. Three months since the scent of his cologne clung to my pillow in the mornings. Three months since the man I married — the man who looked at me like I held the sun between my palms — had touched me like I still mattered.