Aiden’s POV
The road stretched ahead, but my focus stayed stubbornly locked on the here and now—on the cramped silence swelling inside the car. My hands gripped the steering wheel too tightly, the leather biting into my palms as I tried to block out Lisa’s relentless chatter.
She was talking about flower arrangements again, her voice effervescent as she described the cascading lilies and pale roses she’d envisioned for the Luna ceremony. Her words bounced off me like raindrops on a windshield, leaving no impression.
I didn’t love her. I never did. And deep down, I think she knew it.
She had to know. The truth hung between us like an unspoken vow—quiet and suffocating. Yet she soldiered on, smiling, planning, dreaming aloud about a future I couldn’t imagine. My heir. That’s what tethere
