12
He suddenly remembered: today was his and Aria’s wedding anniversary.
But lately, Skylar had been clinging to him relentlessly. Whenever he saw that pleading look in Skylar’s eyes, Blake would sigh.
“Just a little longer with you.”
Blake’s gaze fell on the phone. He suddenly wondered what Aria had been doing while he was out having fun.
A light swipe and the phone unlocked.
The main screen wallpaper was a photo of Aria, with the background in Sanya. Blake had taken this photo.
The sun had been bright that day. Aria had pestered him to take her picture. Blake had snapped a few casual shots before going inside.
He never expected Aria to use this poorly angled photo as her wallpaper.
She must have loved him deeply.
Blake clicked on SnapChat. He froze.
His and Skylar’s chat histories were both pinned at the top.
“Aria Hayes, Blake brought me to Paris today. He said it’s where you guys took your wedding photos, but I think the scenery is just okay.”
“Blake and I are in New York. Did he tell you he was going on a business trip? Actually, he was just traveling with me.”
“I don’t like this diamond ring at all, but Blake said it’s bigger than yours, so I grudgingly accepted it.”
“Aria Hayes, today Blake said he doesn’t love you. You’re no different from his employees.”
“Aria Hayes, Blake will only believe what I say.”
Blake read through all the chat messages, feeling as if he were plunged into an ice bath.
Skylar Vance, who seemed so innocent in front of him, had been constantly provoking Aria Hayes.
Thinking of this, he opened her email. Those emails from Skylar hadn’t been deleted.
The videos and photos the media got were released by Skylar herself, specifically to frame Aria.
Such a clumsy scheme, yet Blake had completely fallen for it.
