Love is not a switch that you flip on and off, no matter how badly your heart has been scorched. It lingers in the embers of pain and glows in the shadows of betrayal.
That was where I was ....trying to breathe again in a place that still smelled of ashes.
I had chosen to stay.
Not because I was naive, not because I was weak, but because I believed in something deeper than rage or heartbreak. I believed in us..... in what Aiden and I had, in what we were supposed to become. But trusting again? That part was harder than I thought.
Everything had changed.
Learning to love Aiden again wasn’t a straight road. It was jagged, lined with memories of betrayal and the shadow of Mara’s pregnancy.
But there were also moments....small, soft moments....where Aiden would brush my hand gently or m
