Aiden’s POV
The days after Cheryl stormed out of my office were absolute hell. It was like everything around me decided to fall out of place just to echo the mess inside my chest. Meetings dragged on endlessly, and each one ended with more problems than solutions. We’d go in with one issue and come out with three. Everyone around me smiled, congratulated me, sent me updates about the company’s latest triumphs—rising stocks, increasing profits, successful takeovers—but I couldn’t care less. I was getting richer by the week, and yet, I’d never felt so f*****g poor.
The word felt lodged like a stone in my throat, bitter and dry and useless. Emotions were for the weak, weren’t they? That’s what I used to believe. Now it just tasted like regret.
And her name echoed behind every silence.
Che
