AIDEN’S POV
The room was a suffocating haze of faces, each one a mask of disdain. Their eyes bore into me with a venom that made my skin crawl. My chest constricted, each breath shallow and ragged, as though the air itself had turned toxic.
The memory of Elena’s kiss with London was seared into my mind, an unrelenting image that refused to fade. Her lips on his, her voice—soft but resolute—declaring her truth. Now, every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on me, their silent accusations cutting deeper than any words could.
How could you? their stares screamed. How could you do this to her?
My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms, but the sting was nothing compared to the shame gnawing at my insides. Lisa stood beside me, her hand resting on her growing stomac
