Aria sat on their old bed, sobbing. She could not believe that all that had really happened, she was now a divorcee. Well, at least it was better than being a single mother, or was it?

Rosie walked into the room with a tray of pancakes, she came and sat beside Aria.

'Come on girl, I can't believe you are still crying over that rich brat, there is no need to do that," she consoled.

'If anyone told me that he would do this to me, I would have never believed. How could he?" ...