Aria’s POV

The pressure eased.

"Let’s go back inside,"I said.

I stood and leaned the small stool against the wall. Logan followed suit, mirroring my movements before trailing after us into the house.

Inside, Amelia had already removed the photographs from beneath the glass tabletop, spreading them carefully across the surface.

My gaze was immediately drawn to one. I picked it up, frowning deeply.

It was a group photo of four people standing close together.

I recognized three of them instantly.

My grandmother, Logan’s grandfather, me...and the fourth...

A boy dressed neatly, almost extravagantly. He looked pale, refined and was about my age.

I didn’t recognize him at all.

Amelia leaned in, squinting at the photo before glancing up at Logan. "This isn’t you... is it?"

At the sound of her voice, I lifted my head and met Logan’s gaze head-on.

He didn’t avoid it. Instead, he smiled, teeth flashing white. "It’s me."

I froze.

"Aria," he said softly, "we met when we were very young."

My mind went blank.

I searched my memories and came up with nothing. Yet... unease stirred in my wolf.

Was that why his name had felt familiar when I first heard it? My brow furrowed tightly. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Logan’s smile softened. "It’s okay if you don’t remember."

The air suddenly felt awkward, too heavy and too intimate. I slid the photo into an envelope and tucked it into my bag, quietly closing off the topic.

Thankfully, neither of them pushed further.We continued exploring the house.

I pulled books from dusty shelves now and then, flipping through yellowed pages until one title caught my eye on the very top shelf.

Most of the books here were about design. But this one had PIANO printed boldly across its cover.

Curiosity tugged at me. I reached up and pulled it free. Something slipped out and hit the floor.

Amelia turned sharply. "What’s that?"

I bent down and picked it up. It was a thick envelope.

Frowning, I opened it.

Inside were yellowed sheets of paper, their edges curled with age.

I drew them out carefully. They were handwritten musical scores.

My wolf stirred, sensing the weight of history clinging to the ink.

Amelia inhaled sharply. "Logan...come look. Are these your grandfather’s manuscripts?" Her voice carried unmistakable shock.

Logan crossed the room quickly. His eyes skimmed just two lines before his pupils constricted. His fingers tightened instinctively around the pages, then loosened at once, reverent.

"Yes," he said hoarsely. "This is his handwriting."

Amelia and I exchanged a glance.

"Quick," she said urgently. "See if there’s anything from The Symphony of Prosperity."

I flipped through the sheets but stopped helplessly, looking at her.

"I... don’t really understand music."

Amelia blinked, then cursed softly under her breath before patting Logan’s shoulder. "You’re the piano master, help us look."

Logan frowned. "The Symphony of Prosperity? Why are you looking for that?"

"We have the first part of the original manuscript," Amelia explained quickly. "We suspected the rest might be here. That piece is world-renowned and its value is unimaginable."

"So the first part is with you," Logan said lightly.

Something in his tone made Amelia and I look up sharply.

Logan was holding a small, palm-sized bound book. Under his long fingers, he gently turned the pages.

Each one was unmistakable. They were original manuscript pages of The Symphony of Prosperity.

All of them, except the first page, which was blank.

My mouth fell open.

Logan closed the book and smiled faintly, placing it carefully into my arms.

"So," he said softly, "this is what you were looking for."

Nathan’s POV

Collins’s message came through while I was still parked a short distance away from where I had seen Aria, Amelia and the man enter.

It was an audio recording of Patrick and Clarence having a conversation about the Osborne family. Collins had met up with the Nanny who worked for Clarence and gotten the address of her location from her.

I decided to tell Aria about it when I got back to the hotel.

Just then, movement caught my eye. They were coming out of the old house. My gaze locked onto Aria instantly.

She was walking at the front, her posture calm, her expression gentle. Ever since the divorce, she seemed to glow, like she’d finally stepped into her own light. She looked soft, bright, unburdened.

My chest tightened painfully. They couldn’t see me, but I could see them from where I was parked.

"I didn’t expect Logan to be so generous," my sharp ears caught Amelia cheerful words as they reached the car. So Logan was his name.

Amelia continued, "Chloe is obsessed with The Symphony of Prosperity. If she knew you brought back a complete edition this time, she’d lose her mind."

Logan was busy loading things into the trunk. He looked up, confused. "What’s wrong?"

After finishing, he blinked and scratched his head. "Why are you both staring at me?"

"We’re complimenting you," Aria said with a smile. "Get in the car."

And just like that, he obeyed.

My wolf sneered quietly. He followed her like a pup following an alpha without realizing it.

They soon drove off.

As soon as they left, I opened my door.

The cool air hit me immediately. I looked up, my gaze drifting instinctively toward the cemetery they’d entered earlier.

Without realizing it, my feet carried me there.

The moment I stepped among the headstones, my body reacted on instinct. I straightened, adjusted my tie.

My eyes scanned the area until they landed on a headstone adorned with fresh white flowers.

I recognized them. I had seen Amelia carrying the same flowers earlier.

I crouched slowly, my gaze fixing on the carved name.

Kate Osborne.

I placed my hands together over my heart and bowed.

After all... she was Aria’s grandmother. Which meant she was mine too.

A long breath left me without permission.

"Grandma," I said quietly, the word unfamiliar but sincere. "I’m Aria’s husband. This is my first visit after all these years. I’m... sorry for everything I did to your granddaughter these past years."