34- The Breaking Point

The moment Aiden said, "This conversation is over," something inside me snapped. I had tried. I had come to him with the hope that maybe, just maybe, if we sat down and talked like two reasonable people, we could find some middle ground. We could stop this constant pushing and pulling, the endless cycle of confusion and pain.

But I was wrong. So wrong.

I stared at him, feeling the weight of my exhaustion settle deep into my bones. I was so tired. Tired of fighting with him, tired of being kept in the dark, tired of being treated like I was just some weak human who didn’t deserve to know the truth.

With a deadened expression, I spoke, my voice low but firm. “I thought maybe if we sat and talked face to face, things could go a different way. Maybe we could come to a common ground, but I guess I was wrong.”

Aiden’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he said nothing. He just stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, like a fortress guarding something he didn’t want me to