Aiden

She threw the broken pieces at me and turned to leave, and I grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

I arranged this meeting to show her what a jerk her precious ex-husband really was. He didn't give a damn about her, he never did. And yet there she was, crying over a man who wasn't me.

My nails dug into his arm, but the anger wasn't enough to hide the bitterness I felt.

It infuriated me how easily he could still control his emotions without even trying. Even after hitting her and throwing her