Aiden’s POV
She walked away.
Again.
This time, it felt worse—because I knew she wasn’t just walking away from a fight. She was walking away from me.
I stood there, frozen in the quiet chaos of my office, long after the door had shut behind her. The air still pulsed with the heat of our argument, my blood still roaring with the sound of her voice—the pain in it, the fury, the finality.
But she didn’t slam the door. She didn’t storm out.
She left.
With him.
My hands curled into fists at my sides as I turned slowly toward the window, each step weighted with something bitter, something hollow and feral. The view stretched over the city’s sprawl, but I didn’t see any of it. Not the cars, not the skyline—only her.
Cheryl.
Descending the steps of Scott’s Enterprises beside him like she
