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31- A Heart That Betrays

Author: Sheenzafar
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

**Isabella’s**

The coldness of Aiden’s rejection still clung to me like a heavy weight as I stumbled down the hallway toward my room, my vision blurred by the tears that I refused to let fall in front of him. I had barely made it out of his room when the first tear slipped down my cheek, and once it started, there was no stopping it.

The sting of his words, his anger, echoed in my mind over and over again.

“I told you to leave me the fuck alone.”

I hadn’t expected him to be soft or gentle—not after everything we’d been through—but the cruelty in his voice had cut deeper than I wanted to admit. He wasn’t just pushing me away; he was shoving me out of his life with all the force he could muster. And it hurt more than I ever imagined it would.

I wiped at my eyes angrily, trying to hold myself together. Crying wasn’t going to fix anything. It wasn’t going to change the way Aiden saw me, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to erase the fact that I had kissed him back. That I had let him in.

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