"WESTIN ARRESTED......involved in a brawl....controlled substance...multiple strippers..."

Pure rage filled the blonde as her eyes scanned the TMZ article that was displayed on her phone. Her fiance was already on thin ice when he went to the strip club, but this? This was sending her over the edge. Her breathing became ragged and her hands became shaky, which caused the phone to drop from it and land on the floor with a pang. 

Aria was keeping it together at her bridal shower the day before, the idea of Hunter even being in a strip club the night before hitting a nerve. It was a good ting her friends kept her distracted most of the day, otherwise, she would have already lost it. But this....this was the final straw. She stopped holding back her rage and she let it consume her. She found herself storming up the stairs quickly, thankful her daughter dozed off for a nap after playing outside all morning. She stormed into their bedroom, immediately going to the closet. She began ripping his clothes off the hangers, piling the random articles of clothing in her arms. She wasn't being logical, there was no time for it. She was acting out of anger and hurt and disappointment, and she knew her feelings were justified.

Opening the door to the balcony that was connected to their master bedroom, she threw his clothes out in the yard, walking back to get more. He wanted to act like an idiot, so could she. She wasn't thinking about anything at this point, and it didn't occur to her that she already had hot tears streaming down her face.

Everything she ever dreamed of for the future came crashing down. The happy life she knew she'd have with Hunter, the family they would create and have already created from that started to feel like a lie. Throwing his sh*t out in the yard may have been dramatic, but that's just who she was. She could have very well been overreacting -- she didn't know the full story. As her therapist would say: "Know all the facts before you react." But how could she? Every time she tried to call him, it went straight to voicemail. 

She was now in the kitchen, dialing his number over and over again, but continued to get his voicemail every time. "Oh, so you're not answering my calls?? That's fine, then!" She let out a petty laugh. "Did you enjoy yourself? Being surrounded by strippers who I'm sure were touching all over you and giving you the show of your life! I'm sure you loved it..being all coked out that you get into fights that got you arrested? Like who f***ing are you right now?! We're supposed to be getting married in less than a month and THIS is how you're acting?? Like some f***ing delinquent....like your old self. If that's who you wanna be, then I want nothing to do with that guy. You hear me?! You can find your own place to sleep when you get home because you're sure as hell not coming here. Eden...remember her? Your daughter? She doesn't need to see it. She doesn't need to see us fighting and screaming at each other, so just don't bother! It's pretty clear that you didn't think about us when you were living your best life." Her words were full of venom and sarcasm, clearly showing how hurt she was. 

"I hope you enjoyed it, I really do. I hope it was worth losing the two best f***ing things you've ever had in your life!"

Aria frantically ended the call and fell to the floor, her emotions completely taking over her. These next few weeks were supposed to be the happiest time of her life, and now....now she wasn't sure what she was going to do. The big wedding she had always dreamed of and planned was now in question. How could she go through it feeling this way? Could they even make it through this? She didn't know. 

At this point, she wasn't sure of anything. 

Her future as Mrs. Aria Westin was on the line.

What was she going to do?