Chapter 55

As soon as I reach Aiden's apartment, I see the door is not locked; it's a bit open. How did he forget to lock the door today? Is he alright? Is there any thief in his home?

Should I call the police? At least I should check first.

I enter the apartment, taking slow steps. The apartment is filled with a haze of smoke, and the acrid smell of burnt tobacco lingering in the air. Empty bottles are scattered all over the floor, some tipped over, and liquid spilling out. Ashtrays are overflowing with cigarette butts, and there are crumpled packs of cigarettes laying around. Whole place looks like a mess.

Did he drink and smoke the whole night?

And then, my gaze shifts to Aiden who's settled on the couch, holding a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of alcohol in another, his eyes glued to the flickering screen of the TV. My daily vlogs which I used to shoot only for Aiden, because he used to say he likes watching my face 24/7—is playing on the TV.

“Now, I'll show my boyfriend how I appl