AIDEN’s POV
I didn’t like this idea.
Yet, I found myself standing in front of the press, cameras flashing as Emmaline signed the divorce papers.
I grabbed the pen, my grip on it tightening.
I only agreed to this plan because Emmaline suggested it. It was the first time in a year since she’d given me advice.
I might’ve as well made a slate out of it.
Her eyes sparkled despite the frown settling on her lips. Somehow, she managed to look tragically beautiful.
A lacy red dress, black eyeliner to sell the distressed, but remorseful mistress, and some blush to finish the look.
I bit inside my cheek, reminding myself we were in front of the press. If I stared any longer, they’d question my intentions.
Emmaline nudged me and I started speaking.
“Once again, I apologize for the
