Aimee’s POV
My palms fly into my cheeks to cover them. I feel hot. I immediately close the door behind me and lean my back on it. I stare at the ceiling and take a deep breath. I am trying to calm myself but Clyver’s image flashes on my mind. The pain in his eyes, the regrets that I can feel even with our distance, and the struggle he is facing right now.
I hate myself for empathizing with him. He deserves it! Now that he’s married to Pearl, this is exactly what he did. He’s married to someone but still let himself be in someone else’s life. He doesn’t respect the marriage at all. For him, it is only for formality.
I hear a sudden knock on the door which made me jump in my place. Without thinking, I pull it open. I regret doing so when I see Clyver standing right in front of me.
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