Aiden

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

I arranged this meeting to show her what kind of asshole her precious ex-husband really was. He didn't give a damn about her. Never did. Yet here she was, crying. Tears for a man who wasn't me.

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

It pissed me off how easily he could still control her emotions without even trying. Even after he hit her, he threw her ...