AIDEN
I had to leave.
I couldn't trust myself not to react impulsively in a way I'd later regret. My body trembled with rage as I stormed out of the hospital towards my car. Jealousy left a bitter taste in my mouth, and the adrenaline rush from speeding didn't erase it.
The day passed in a blur as I worked mechanically. Now, I'm sitting at a night bar, trying to drown my simmering anger in alcohol.
The loud music reverberates through the club, but it's not enough to distract me from the heart pain Hermione had inflicted earlier that morning.
Am I that bad of a man? Women would line up for me, but the one woman who matters to me makes me work hard for her affections. She doesn't seem willing to let me in.
They call me the heartbreaker, but I'm not as callous as Hermione treats me
