Chapter 111

Aiden's POV I'd barely made it through the front door of our Villa when my phone pinged. Ryan had sent me a video message. Raising an eyebrow, I almost ignored it. Nothing good ever comes from Ryan's "must-see" videos - usually just some half-naked models from his agency's latest campaign or drunk executives making fools of themselves at industry parties. I was in the middle of unbuttoning my shirt when my thumb accidentally tapped the notification. The video started playing before I could stop it. Well, shit. That was my wife on screen. My usually composed Aria was throwing a cup of coffee directly into some woman's face. "Next time, bring your brain when you leave the house," she was saying, her voice icier than I'd ever heard it. "If that doesn't work, go jump in the Hudson to clear your head. Think before you speak. If I ever hear you say another word against Aiden, I promise what I throw won't be coffee—it'll be acid. Do you understand?" The final touch? She tossed the empty cup a