49. Dennis's True Color

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 my veins.

He sighed, picked up his cup of coffee, and took a large sip from it.

“You both are a pain in the ass”. He uttered.

“What was that?”. I asked, looking at the Dennis I didn’t know existed.

“You won’t let me have you, so I sent him a divorce, but I got it back untouched. Seems he wants you back after-all”. He forced a small smile.