"Please stop crying." I'd never heard Aiden sound so unsettled. He kept looking at me with a helpless expression as I sat there and poured out all the tears I'd bottled up.
I ignored him and tried wiping my tears away with my bare hand since I had no tissues. He fumbled in his pocket, drew out a plain white handkerchief and handed it to me.
"I'm sorry." He said again, but this time, there was a tinge of sadness to it. "I've been taking out my anger and frustration on you, and I've hurt you far worse than anything you did."
"I didn't do anything." I sniffed into the handkerchief, feeling composed enough to glare at him through reddened eyes. "Whatever your father did to force your hand, I wasn't a part of it, at least not to my knowledge. My only crime was being selfishly in love with yo
