Aisha's pov
I was so angry.
I refused to let myself believe that this was the same man that I agreed was perfect for me then he went ahead to act like every other idiotic man out there.
I wanted to slap him so he would get his senses back but that might be pushing it.
I told myself I wouldn't answer the door. I told myself I'd stay strong. But the moment I smelled him, his scent lingering outside like a storm on the verge of breaking—I knew I was lying to myself.
Simon.
He knocked twice. Gentle. Almost hesitant. As if unsure I'd still want him.
I opened the door, and the world tilted.
He stood there in a dark hoodie, hands in his pockets, his usually confident posture crumpled with guilt. His eyes met mine, and for a second, neither of us said a word.
"I can't
