Cheryl's POV
I slammed Aiden’s door harder than I should’ve. I didn’t even care if I woke the neighbors or dented the wood. I needed the exit to feel final. Loud. Concrete.
I was still naked under his sheets five minutes before, and now I was dragging myself into the daylight, holding my dignity together like a patchwork quilt. My fingers trembled as I unlocked my car, like my body hadn’t quite caught up to the decision my mouth made. I’m going to marry Oliver. The words still echoed in my skull like they belonged to someone else. Some cruel, braver version of me.
I drove straight to my aunt’s house. She wasn’t home, thankfully. The last thing I needed was her questions or raised brows or probing voice asking me what I’d been doing all night dressed like a ghost of myself. I walked past
