Chapter Seventy-eight

As Liam turned the corner, he saw Aiden leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette. Liam's heart started to race, and his hands balled into fists. He knew that he shouldn't be there, that he should walk away and try to forget everything. But the jealousy and anger he felt were too strong to ignore. He walked up to Aiden, who looked up and smiled.

"Well, well, well," Aiden said. "Look who decided to show up. I was starting to think you were too chicken to face me."

Liam gritted his teeth. "I'm not afraid of you," he said. "I just wanted to talk."

"Talk?" Aiden scoffed. "What is there to talk about? You lost, Liam. Chloe chose me. Get over it."

Liam's eyes narrowed. "You don't deserve her," he said. "You're just using her, like you use everyone else. You don't care about anyone but yourself."

Aiden took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke in Liam's face. "You're just jealous, man," he said. "You had your chance with Chloe, and you blew it. Now you're just trying to stir up tro