#Chapter 38: A Late Night

Liam’s POV The soft hum of the office was all but drowned out by the growing frustration in my head. I tapped my fingers impatiently on the desk, waiting for my assistant to return with any new information. It had been weeks since I first noticed the divorce papers were missing, and no one seemed to know anything. But with each passing day, my gut told me one thing: Aria. The thought nagged at me, though I tried to convince myself it was paranoia. Aria wasn’t petty like that—or at least, she never used to be. But then again, people change. And we weren’t the same people we were six years ago. My assistant knocked softly before stepping into my office. “Liam, I’ve asked around again like you requested. No one’s seen or moved the papers. I’m sorry.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “Thank you, that’ll be all.” She nodded and left, closing the door quietly behind her. I stared at the ceiling, frustration boiling beneath the surface. I couldn’t prove Aria had anyth