Angela's POV
Was this feeling real? Seeing him with Lyla earlier… something hit my chest fast and uneasy. And when he said Lyla’s name, it stung even more.
I should hate him. I do hate him.
Maybe it’s because he’s the only person who keeps showing up in my life lately. Maybe that’s all there is to it. This weird feeling isn’t real, just a distraction. And I’ll never admit it.
I sank onto the living room couch, scrolling through social media, trying to distract myself. I don’t even know how long I sat there before he suddenly appeared right in front of me.
I flinched reflexively.
He looked… too good that night. Clean, simple, effortlessly classy. Of course. He was headed to Lyla’s private party. Men like Aaron didn’t need much to look sharp, dark pants, a fitted shirt, everything perf
