Damon’s POV
I paced along the edge of the backyard, my blood still boiling with rage.
Cheryl.
Aiden.
Together.
The image of them kissing on the balcony played over and over in my head like a sick f*****g joke.
In my house.
At my party.
With the guy she swore meant nothing.
I shouldn’t be surprised.
I saw it. I saw the way she looked at him when she thought no one was watching. I saw the way her body reacted to him.
I saw it all.
And I ignored it.
Because I thought… I thought if I just gave her more, did more, loved her more—that she’d eventually love me back.
But she never did.
I clenched my fists, my knuckles aching from the punches I had thrown at Aiden. Not enough. I should’ve hit him harder. I should’ve made him bleed for taking her away from me.
The sound of footsteps
