But how could she have asked for the house if she never knew it existed?
And for the past few years, she had been too busy trying to survive to think about anything else.
Gideon placed a property deed on the table and slid it toward Aria. “This is a sprawling luxury penthouse downtown. It’s for you.”
Technically, this was the first thing Gideon had ever given her.
But Aria didn’t even glance at it.
“If you think this apartment is better than the inheritance, then feel free to give all the best things to Lilith. I just want what I am entitled to.”
Previously, Aria had wanted to leave with nothing, to get a divorce and be free. But now, she had changed her mind.
She owed Gideon nothing. But for everything he had put her through over the past three years, he would have to pay her back.
Hearing Aria’s detached words, the embers of Gideon’s anger quickly reignited.
He grabbed her wrist.
“What do you mean, ‘what you are entitled to’? Am I wrong? That house is part of Ms. Sterling and Lilith’s past. It has nothing to do with you. What I’m giving you as compensation is what you’re ‘entitled to.’”
“I’m tired. I don’t want to fight with you.”
Aria’s face was etched with weariness.
Every time she saw Gideon, it ended in an argument, and the subject was always Lilith.
She really didn’t want to say another word to him.
“What are you all talking about?”
Aldous Evernight had just taken his medicine and was returning from a walk in the garden, leaning on his cane.
He entered the living room to find the four of them there.
His gaze fell on Aria’s stomach, and his expression instinctively softened.

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