AIDEN'S POV
I knew Elena was being discharged today. I had one of my men stationed at the hospital, feeding me updates. The report came in early this morning: London hadn’t left her side. Not once. That knowledge burned like acid in my gut.
Who the hell did he think he was? Acting like some noble protector, hovering over her like she was his to keep?
So what if Elena and I were divorced? So what if I had made mistakes—if I had been reckless with her heart? That didn’t give him the right to step in, to hold her hand through the pain I had caused. She was mine. She would always be mine. And no matter what it took, I would get her back.
I sat in my car, gripping the wheel as I watched them emerge from the hospital doors. Elena was pale, her movements slow, but she was still the most heart
