Aria's POV
That evening, Lucian came to my cabin to talk and found me going through old calendars, trying to remember when I'd gotten sick during my marriage.
"You're actually doing this," he said. "You're actually letting Mateo get in your head."
"This isn't about Mateo," I said. "This is about someone poisoning me."
"IF someone poisoned you. We don't know that for sure."
"The test results—"
"Could be fake. Could be manipulated. Mateo's desperate to get you back, Aria. Can't you see that?"
Maybe he is right. Mateo could do anything.
"So you think he'd lie about this?"
"I think he'd do anything to drive us apart."
I stood up and faced him. "That's not fair."
"Isn't it? Think about it. He shows up on our engagement day with this convenient story about poison, makes you doubt everyone around you, plants seeds of suspicion—"
"I thought you trusted me," I interrupted.
Lucian stopped. "What?"
