Aria’s POV
"You're insane!" Owen spat, his face twisting with disbelief.
Has Aiden actually married a complete lunatic? Owen had planned to launch into another tirade, but my calm agreement seemed to have short-circuited his brain completely.
After a tense moment of silence, he clenched his jaw. "If I were you," he finally ground out, "I'd milk this situation while you still have some value to him. Take the money and run! Not foolishly believe all that love crap he's feeding you."
I'd mentally prepared myself for insults and accusations, but instead, Owen Carter was... giving me exit strategy advice? Was this some twisted form of looking out for me?
"Just watch yourself!" With that final warning, he whipped his horse and galloped away, dust swirling in his wake.
I stared after his retreating figure, blinking in confusion. The Carter family was something else – each member with their own complex agenda and mindset. Impressive, really. Quite the education in family politics.
While I was still processing this bizarre encounter, the rhythmic sound of approaching hooves pulled me from my thoughts. Aiden guided Thunder alongside Snow, his expression curious.
"Your cousin just ambushed me," I volunteered before he could ask.
A small, knowing smile played at Aiden's lips. "What pearls of wisdom did he share?"
Recalling Owen's words, I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "He advised me to squeeze you for money while I still have 'value' and then make my escape."
"Does he always hate you this much?" I couldn't help asking.
Aiden's response was a simple, unbothered "Yes."
"Did he say anything else?" he probed, studying my face.
I shook my head. "Not really."
Then, unable to contain myself, I added awkwardly: "Well, he did mention you'd divorce me within two years."
I raised my eyes to meet his, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. "Will you divorce me in two years?"
Aiden regarded me steadily, one eyebrow lifting. "What do you think?"
And just like that, the question boomeranged right back to me.
I felt a flush of embarrassment. I'd already felt self-conscious asking in the first place, and now with him turning the question around, my courage evaporated. I gently squeezed Snow's sides, urging her a few steps forward.
"Should we head back?" I asked, desperate to change the subject.
Aiden glanced at his watch. "Did you want to continue riding?"
I shook my head, suddenly aware of another sensation. "I'm actually getting hungry."
"Dinner, then? Somewhere in town?"
I considered briefly before nodding in agreement.
We made our way to the private changing rooms to switch back into our regular clothes. As I began unbuttoning my riding jacket, I caught Aiden's intense gaze following my movements.
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