Two Times Mrs Weston

ARIA'S POV

"I want a divorce."

Those were the first words that fell from my husband's lips the moment I showed him the video... a proof of his balls deep in another woman's cunt.

There was no apology, no remorse, not even an attempt to lie or give an excuse. Just those four words that are cold enough to split us apart.

The tablet slipped from my fingers and landed on the bed with a dull thud. I forced my hands to my sides, nails digging into my palms as I fought the urge to scream.

"Is it because of her?" I asked, my voice steady even though my chest felt like it was caving in. "Are you asking for a divorce so you could be with my cousin?"

His eyes widened so fast I thought they might pop out of his head.

I hadn't asked because I needed clarification. I'd already recognized the familiar curve of her legs, the sweetness of her voice, even the exact nail design we once admired on our favorite celebrity in that video.

No. I asked because I needed to see the truth on his face.

And there it was.

Clear as day.

He did it. He cheated on me just three months after I gave him one of my kidneys to save his life.

I blinked back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "You cheated on me with Isabella?"

"Aria..." He took a step toward me, hands raised like he could calm the storm in me. "You know what's at stake. I'll lose my inheritance to my brother if he has a child before me. We've been together for five years and you've refused to give me one."

"I refused?" I shot back at him. "Dean, I begged you," My voice shook despite my effort to hold it together. "I tried to book appointments so we could find out what was wrong, but you wouldn't let me."

The silence that followed was so deafening you could hear a pin drop.

For two years, I'd carried the weight of that blame. I'd cried myself to sleep wondering what was wrong with my body. I endured his mother's sharp comments, even her prayers said a little too much at dinner. I listened as his friends joked about my empty womb and laughed about it like it was the joke of the year.

And I carried it alone.

Every ounce of shame, I carried it until I got tested... and everything came back normal.

So I did something desperate.

I took his semen from a used condom to a fertility clinic... one far away from our usual doctor.

Just before I saw the video, the results came in.

I regretted every choice I'd make for the past five years as the truth stared back at me in black ink.

My husband had a severe low sperm count. One that made natural conception almost impossible.

He shrugged like none of it mattered. "That's because it's obvious that you're the problem, not me."

Those words hurt almost as much as the betrayal.

I swallowed hard, forcing the words down... but he had to know.

I took a step closer. "Dean, the result..."

With a sharp flick of his wrist, he tossed a document at me. It fluttered through the air before landing at my feet.

"That's the divorce paper," he said coldly. "Sign it and leave everything I bought you, including the car. And never come back here again."

A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I wiped at my tears. "So you had this planned."

It wasn't even a question.

There's no point in telling him now, no point in trying to fix this. I've done enough of that for the past two years.

My tears fell freely as I bent down, picked up the paper, and pulled a pen from my bag. My hands shook so badly I had to steady them against my thigh.

Five years, five long years of marriage reduced to a light signature on a piece of paper.

And just like... it was over.

I turned away from him and walked to the closet, pulling out a single box. Inside were only the things I bought with my own money. Nothing else. Nothing tied to him.

Then I walked past him without a word.

"Don't cry, Aria," I whispered to myself as I stepped into the hallway. "Don't waste another tear on a man who barely remembers your birthday."

The elevator ride down felt endless.

My reflection stared back at me from the mirrored walls... I looked pale, broken but still, I'm standing.

And somewhere inside me, a thought settled deep in my chest.

If he doesn't see me as worthy to stand beside him... then I'm free. Free to become whoever I want.

My phone felt heavy in my hand as I dialed the number I'd been avoiding for days.

"I thought you'd never call back." the deep voice on the other end answered instantly. "Have you thought about my offer?"

I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly.

"You see what he did, Aria." He added. "He doesn't love you."

I clenched my fist, thinking of the risk I'm about to take, of the life I'm leaving behind,

of the consequences of getting involved with my ex-husband's brother and his biggest rival.

I almost turned him down and crawled back into that cage I've been in for five years.

But Dean's voice echoed in my head again.

'You're the problem, not me.'

My grip tightened around the phone so hard the case cracked.

"I'll take the offer," I said to my brother-in-law in my lowest voice. "I'll sign the contract and get married to you."

Dean divorced me, convinced my cousin would give him the child he needed to secure his inheritance.

Well... jokes on him.

Let's see how he plans to do that with a condition as severe as his.

And I'll be right there...

As the eldest daughter-in-law of the Weston family...

watching closely from his brother's arms as everything he plans falls apart.

XAVIER'S POV

"Siri, call my wife."

My phone lit up instantly, the familiar tone cutting through the quiet office as it dialed her number.

My wife.

The word still felt new... but not wrong in the way it used to when she still belonged to that asshole I call my brother.

It had been two weeks since Aria signed those papers. Two weeks since she moved into my penthouse. Two long weeks of her sleeping behind a different door... keeping her distance like I was someone she needed protection from.

And two weeks since I sent her that video that ended her marriage.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at nothing as the line rang.

To her, it must feel like a curse. Like her life was torn apart overnight.

But to me? Marrying the woman I had wanted for years felt like a blessing. If only she could get it out of her head that I only wanted her for a child.

"Hello?"

Her soft voice came through, and something in me eased instantly.

"Hi, Xavier. Are you there?"

"Sir."

I looked up sharply as my assistant appeared at the door, already speaking before I could stop him.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but your father called. He said he couldn't reach you."

My gaze dropped back to my phone.

The line had gone dead. She hung up.

I dropped the phone onto the desk harder than necessary, irritation flaring in my chest.

"The next time you walk into my office without knocking," I said coldly, pointing at him, "I'll have you replaced before you finish your sentence."

He stiffened. "I'm sorry, sir."

"Now, why are you here?"

"The family dinner, sir. You're five minutes late."

I checked my watch. "Fuck."

I stood and grabbed my phone. "Tell the driver to get the car ready. I'll be down in a minute."

"Yes, sir."

He left quickly, shutting the door behind him.

If only she had stayed on the line a little longer.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the time I arrived at my father's mansion, it was already late.

The first thing I noticed was Dean's car parked in the garage.

Of course that piece of shit was here.

I walked inside without slowing, barely sparing my step mother, Allison, a glance as I passed her.

She scoffed loudly. "How can you be this late and still walk in with an attitude?"

I stopped mid-step, turning just enough to look at her.

"You've been married into this family for years, Allison," I said flatly. "Either get used to it... or file for a divorce and leave."

Her lips parted, but nothing came out.

I didn't wait for a response.

"Look who finally remembered he has a family," Dean's voice echoed the moment I stepped into the dining room.

It took everything in me not to put a bullet through his brains.

I loosened my jacket and took my seat across from my father. "Shut the fuck up and eat your food, Dean. Since it's the only thing you're good at."

His hand slammed against the table, but our father didn't even look at him.

"Sit your ass down." Our father, Victor, ordered.

Dean clenched his jaw and obeyed.

Then Victor turned to me, his expression hard. "For someone who chose to be late, the least you can do is not cause a scene. We have a guest."

"A guest?" I leaned back slightly, scanning the table... then froze.

Isabella.

Aria's cousin sat beside Dean... close enough to make my stomach turn.

My gaze snapped back to Victor. "Why is she here instead of Aria?"

I already knew Aria wouldn't be here. But Isabella sitting in her place?

What the hell was Dean playing at?

Before anyone could answer, Allison walked in and took her seat.

Dean suddenly straightened, a grin spreading across his face.

"We have something to tell you guys."

I don't like that tone. That grin alone was enough to set me off.

With us, it had always been simple... if one of us was happy, the other was about to suffer.

He reached for Isabella's hand, intertwining their fingers.

"We're expecting a baby."

For a second, I thought I misheard him.

The wine in my mouth burned down my throat as I coughed.

"What?" my father asked sharply.

"You're expecting a child with your wife's cousin?" I asked, even though I already knew he had divorced Aria.

Dean smirked. "You mean Ex-wife."

"Ex-wife?" Allison repeated, confused. "What do you mean?"

I leaned back slightly, masking my reaction. "You divorced Aria?"

"Yes," he said proudly. "Two weeks ago. I found out she can't have children. She's been lying to me for years."

My grip tightened around the glass.

This bastard.

Aria went through this for years?

"See?" Allison said, walking over to Isabella and placing a hand on her stomach with a satisfied smile. "I knew my son wasn't the problem."

My jaw clenched painfully.

"If she couldn't give you a child, then she had no place in this family," she continued. "Now my son can finally claim what's his."

My father cut in. "Don't you think it's too early to celebrate? She still has to give birth to the child."

Allison scoffed. "We all know Xavier isn't bringing anyone home anytime soon. He's too cold for that."

The audacity.

Victor turned back to them. "Congratulations."

What the fuck did I just heard?

"Dad, that's all you have to say?" I asked, disbelief creeping into my voice. "After everything Aria went through in that marriage?"

"She couldn't give him a child," he replied simply. "What good is that to this family? Either be happy for them... or get married and give me a grandchild yourself."

A bitter laugh almost escaped me.

My twin is also his son and the rightful heir to Weston Group. Yet he gave the same man who killed him a chance to inherit his wealth.

Now Dean will have a child and have it all?

Not happening. I'll burn everything to the ground if I have to.

I stood abruptly, grabbing my phone. "Excuse me. I have somewhere to be."

Victor turned to me. "You're leaving?

We haven't even discussed the company anniversary yet."

"It's handled," I replied. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I walked out without another word.

The moment I got outside, I called Aria.

No answer.

"Get out," I told the driver, opening the door.

He blinked. "Sir?"

"You heard me, Rafael."

He wasted no time in stepping out when he saw the look on my face.

I got in and slammed the door, dialing another number.

Ian picked up almost immediately, his breathing uneven. "Nice of you to remember I exist, brother."

I frowned. "Are you having sex right now?"

A low chuckle came through. "Maybe."

I rubbed my temple. "Is the phone on speaker?"

"Yes. But my mouth is about to get busy, Xavier. Can we talk later?"

I exhaled slowly, irritation rising again.

"Listen to me dude. Whoever the fuck you are, I'd advise you to get my brother's dick out of your stinking ass before I make sure it's the last one you enjoy."

There was shuffling on the other end.

Then silence.

"What's wrong with you?" Ian snapped. "I was about to finish."

"What's wrong with me?" I shot back. "Ian, you're supposed to be dead. What happens when this one finds out who you really are? You'll kill him too?"

He sighed. "Relax. I will clean up my mess if it comes to that."

"You better. And keep your fucking dick in your pants while at it."

Ian chuckled. "Now tell me why you called."

So I told my twin everything that happened during dinner.

He went quiet for a full minute.

Then laughed bitterly. "You're lying."

"I'm not."

"He can't... that fast?"

"He announced it in front of everyone. Dean's a lot of things, but he wouldn't lie to dad."

Another pause.

"Alright," Ian said finally. "I'll figure something out before the end of the anniversary."

Of course he would.

Ian always has a solution to every problem.

"Does Aria know?" he asked.

I frowned. "That her ex-husband got her cousin pregnant?"

"No, dummy." Ian replied.

"That she married both of us by signing those papers."

ARIA'S POV

"Hello, Aria, what's up?"

"I can't reach him." I paced back and forth across the living room, dragging my fingers through my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. "Zara, it's almost midnight and he's not picking my calls."

The silence of the penthouse pressed in on me, heavy and suffocating. Every ticking second made my chest tighter.

I knew getting involved with another Weston was a mistake. What I didn't know was that Xavier would turn out to be another version of his brother.

It all felt too familiar. Way too close to the life I had just escaped.

It's like I married Dean all over again. Xavier doesn't care about me. He doesn't even share a room with me. I figured the only reason I'm here is to give him children so he can inherit his father's wealth.

Thinking about it made something inside me twist painfully.

If I hadn't told my best friend everything, if I had kept it all bottled up like the contract demanded... I was certain I would have lost my mind by now.

But what Xavier doesn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Aria, calm down," Zara said gently. "Maybe he's just working late."

"It's midnight, Zara," I snapped, stopping in my tracks. "He's a workaholic, yes, but he never stays out this late without saying anything to me."

She chuckled softly. "Now you sound like his wife."

"I am his wife," I blurted.

The words slipped out before I could stop them.

My heart skipped.

There was a long pause on the other end.

"Aria, did you just..."

"No. No, that's not what I meant," I rushed out, shaking my head even though she couldn't see me.

Before she could press further, the sound of a car pulling into the garage cut through the silence.

My breath caught.

"Zara, I'll call you later."

I hung up immediately and rushed toward the door.

The moment it opened, the faint smell of alcohol hit me.

My brows furrowed.

Has he been drinking?

Xavier stepped out of the car, his expression unreadable, his movements steady but kind of shaky.

He didn't even look at me. He just walked past me like I wasn't standing there.

That hurt more than him coming home late without a call.

Still, I followed him inside.

"Xavier," I called, trying to keep my voice steady. "I've been calling you for hours. Where have you been?"

He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it onto the couch carelessly before turning to me.

He knows I hate it when he leaves his things lying around the house.

"What have I told you about your phone, Aria?"

I glanced at the jacket behind him, irritation flickering through me despite everything. "Please pick that up."

He frowned slightly but walked back and grabbed it.

At least he listened.

"Now answer me," he said, his tone sharper. "Where was your phone when I was calling you?"

"I was doing laundry when you called," I replied quietly. "I'm sorry."

"Laundry?" His brows drew together. "Aria, we have maids for that."

"I know. But I can't just sit around doing nothing all day."

He stared at me for a moment, something unreadable passing through his eyes, then turned and walked down the hallway.

I followed closely behind him.

"Xavier, you haven't answered my question. Where were you?"

"If you hadn't hung up on me earlier," he said without looking back, "you would've known I was at my father's house for dinner."

I blinked.

What the hell is wrong with him tonight?

He's an asshole and a control freak, yes. But he never talks to me like this.

"Can I have your assistant's number?" I asked suddenly.

He stopped so abruptly I almost walked into him.

"Can you repeat that?" he said slowly.

I exhaled loudly. "I was worried, Xavier. I just want to be able to reach someone else if I can't get to you."

He turned fully this time, crossing his arms.

"And the first person you thought of is my assistant?"

"Xavier, he's the only one that knows we're married. I can't just..."

"If he gets your number," he cut in coldly, "he's fired. And if you go to him to ask for it, he's fired."

I stared at him in disbelief. "What is wrong with you?"

He didn't answer. He just walked into his room without saying a word.

I followed him anyway, my frustration bubbling over. "Did I do something?"

He turned slowly, his gaze locked onto mine.

"Isabella is pregnant."

The words hit me, but they didn't land the way he expected.

My frown came instantly. "I don't give a fuck about what's going on in that bitch's life."

"It's Dean's child," he added.

For a moment, all we did was stare at each other.

Then I burst out laughing.

I couldn't help it.

The sound came out sharp, almost hysterical.

I must have done something right in my past life. Because how could life turn around this fast?

"You think this is funny?" Xavier asked, his voice tightening. "Do you know what this means if she has that child?"

I pressed a hand against my chest, trying to steady myself.

"Xavier..." I shook my head, still breathless from laughing. "That's not possible."

His expression hardened. "What do you mean it's not possible? He brought Isabella to the family house and announced it in front of everyone."

I quickly grabbed my phone from my back pocket and scrolled through it, pulling up the report.

The same report that had shattered me... and then set me free.

I walked up to him and handed it over.

"Read it."

His eyes moved across the screen, and I watched the exact moment it registered.

The shift in his body.

The realization in his eyes.

"Does this mean..." he started, his voice lower now, "he can't have children?"

I held his gaze, my expression steady.

"That man can't have a child even if he had a vagina."

His eyes widened. "So he lied to our father? Aria, are you sure about this?"

I didn't hesitate.

"Dean is not the father of that child."

A bitter smile tugged at my lips.

"Isabella cheated on him."