Maria.
Aidan was serious, there was no doubt about it.
The way he knelt before me, the desperation in his voice, the way his usual pride had completely vanished, it was all real. He wasn't pretending. He wasn't playing some twisted game.
He truly wanted me to stay but no matter how real it felt…no matter how much I wanted to reason it…There was no way I was staying.
My mind was already made up.
The quadruplets were far too unpredictable. One moment, they acted like they had changed, like they finally understood, like they were ready to do better, and the next, they snapped right back into the same cold, controlling, suffocating versions of themselves.
It was exhausting, and even more confusing.
And I refused to let myself be deceived again, not after everything—The torture, the lack of trust, accusations, pains, humiliations, just name it…
So when Aidan asked for a second chance…My answer had already been decided, long before he even thought of asking.
