Semua Bab The Roomie Complex: Bab 171 - Bab 175

AIDEN'S POVOf course we were still married.How the hell did I not think of that before?I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the sound of Bianca’s voice still rattling around in my skull like a ticking bomb. We’re still married, Aiden. You never filed the papers. The look in her eyes when she said it—like she knew it would cut deeper than anything else—hit me right in the gut. And the worst part was, she was right.I never did file the damn papers.I told myself I moved on. I built a new life. I told Cheryl I was hers and hers alone. But underneath it all… I had never cleaned up the mess I left behind.I didn’t even say goodbye when I left Bianca. Didn’t sit down to do things properly. Just packed up my shit and vanished like a coward. And now? Now it was all catching up to me like karma on a warpath. I thought running away meant everything was going to disappear but no, my problems remained, waiting for me to return to consume me whole.I drove around the city, not even knowing wh

AIDEN'S POVI woke up in the guest room, my body stiff from the awful mattress and my heart heavier than the day before. But for the first time in weeks, maybe months, I had a sense of clarity. I needed to fix this. Not just for Cheryl—but for myself. I couldn’t keep running from the mess I’d made, and I was done letting my past dictate the future.I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and dragged myself out of bed. The house was quiet—eerily so—but I didn’t check if Cheryl was awake. I had a routine, and I wasn’t going to break it now.The early morning air was crisp as I hit the pavement. The city was slowly coming to life—cars rolling by, joggers nodding in passing acknowledgment. But my mind was miles away. Each footfall on the concrete was a reminder of how badly I’d messed up, of how I had someone amazing—someone loyal, beautiful, and mine—and I let ghosts of the past threaten it all.Bianca. The name alone made my jaw clench. Not because I hated her. I didn’t. I hated the part of mys

Aiden’s POVSome days, I still wake up in disbelief. Not because of the guilt that used to sit on my chest like a brick, but because I can’t believe how much joy fits into something as small as a morning.Like today.The sound of soft giggles filters into the bedroom, sunlight sneaking through the curtains and dancing across the sheets. I crack one eye open and see Cheryl’s side of the bed is empty. Again. And just like clockwork, the next sound is tiny feet pattering down the hallway, followed by—“Daddyyy!”Marissa.I smile, just as she climbs up the side of the bed like a determined little warrior in a pink pajama set.“Hey, Rissy Bear,” I mumble, pulling her into the covers with me. “What time is it?”“Mama said no clocks on Saturdays!” she declares, face serious like it’s some universal law. “We make pancakes now!”She was the smartest little thing with eyes like her mother, in fact she was a splitting image of her and it filled me with so much joy every time I looked at her - a