_Aaron's POV_
I sat up in the bed, my eyes meeting my father's. "What do you mean, Dad?" I asked, my voice weary.
He approached me and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I've talked to Anna," he began. "She's devastated by what's happened, and she swears that she never betrayed you. She believes that she's being falsely accused."
My anger flared up and I couldn't help but respond sharply. "Dad, I saw her with my own eyes," I snapped, my frustration evident. "I saw her kissing Damien, and the look on her face... it was as if she was enjoying it. How can she deny it now?"
My father looked at me sympathetically but urged me to consider the situation more carefully. "Aaron, emotions can cloud our judgment. What if there's more to this than meets the eye? Have you considered the possibility
