“Don’t I?” he amused. “Don’t get self-righteous with me,” he leered. “How much pain can you be suffering when our child’s body hasn’t grown cold before you are in his bed?” Aidan cut his venomous eyes at Val.
“Aidan!” I took a step closer. “Don’t do this to yourself.” I choked back tears. “Please,” I begged. This hostile Aidan standing before me was a stranger to me. The swagger, the pride, the confidence had all perished. Nothing made sense to me, and yet everything did.
“Please what? Please turn the other cheek while you share your bed with everyone, but me,” he wailed.
My jaw dropped. All this time it wasn’t about our daughter’s death, rather it was about me not sleeping with him. Anger, fear, and regret gyrated through my mind. Still, I had to swallow my pride. Aidan’s highly volati
