Oliver was on his way back to his house from the court. Just like the lawyer had prophesied, he had come to get divorced from Aria. The man had the look, “I told you so”
He had arrived at the house when he bumped into Aria and Rosie at his gate. He stopped the car and got down immediately.
The two women saw him and stopped too. Aria who had finally stopped crying had a face devoid of emotions, but her eyes were still swollen from crying. While Rosie rather had a mean, aggressive and hostile expression on her face, she didn’t need to say it out loud, she was damn angry.
Oliver rushed to Aria and blocked her path. “What are you doing Aria, where are you going with the bags and the baby?” he asked with fear in his eyes as he looked around.
“What does it look to you like she is doing? She is leaving your house!” Rosie spoke for her friend.
“Rosie, please let me speak with my wife, this is our personal issue,” Oliver replied in a sarcastic tone.