บททั้งหมดของ The Broken Angel He Claimed: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Aaron's POVI glanced down at Angela’s hand still gripping my arm.“Let go."She hesitated for a second, then slowly released me. “You’re bleeding.”I looked at the red line across my knuckles, a reminder from the fight earlier.“You should probably get that treated,” she said.I looked at her coldly. “Don’t pretend you care, Angela.”“I’m not pretending,” she replied. “I’m just stating a fact."“I don't need your concern."She didn’t flinch. “Pointing out bleeding isn't concern. It's just obvious."“You talk too much for someone who shouldn’t be sticking her nose into my business.”Her gaze didn’t waver. “Noticing isn't interference. I'd say the same thing to anyone."That earned her a slow smile from me. “Admirable… for someone like you.”

POV AngelaWait… what?My eyes scanned the screen fast.I knew it. She never looked like that kind of woman. The CCTV footage proved it.Edward Kane should be the one apologizing.Sorry for judging you.She didn’t deserve to be treated like that.Don’t give up, Angela.I scrolled faster, my heart pounding. Every post said the same thing. Support. Sympathy. Trust.“What the hell…” I whispered.I tapped one of the headlines with my name staring back at me. “New Evidence Clears Angela Jones. CCTV Footage Confirms No Affair.”The article laid everything out, the restaurant footage, the camera angles, and how the so-called “kiss” was nothing more than Edward leaning in to grab a glass. And the entire world had turned it into a scandal.Then another headline appeared bene

POV AaronLyla stepped closer, her eyes still fixed on the hallway, like she wanted to make sure no one was really there.I caught her wrist and gently pulled her back until her attention returned to me.“I’ll come to the party,” I said, redirecting her focus.The corner of Lyla’s lips lifted into a slow smile. “You’re serious?”I gave a small nod, slipping one hand into my pocket. “Yeah.”Her smile widened. “Finally.”I tipped my chin toward the couch. “Have a seat.”She studied me for a second, then walked over and sat down. I headed to the small bar instead.“You want something to drink?”“Just water,” she said.I grabbed two bottles from the cooler, twisted them open, and poured them into glasses. I set one glass in front of her, then took the seat across from her.She took a slow si

Angela's POV Was this feeling real? Seeing him with Lyla earlier… something hit my chest fast and uneasy. And when he said Lyla’s name, it stung even more. I should hate him. I do hate him. Maybe it’s because he’s the only person who keeps showing up in my life lately. Maybe that’s all there is to it. This weird feeling isn’t real, just a distraction. And I’ll never admit it. I sank onto the living room couch, scrolling through social media, trying to distract myself. I don’t even know how long I sat there before he suddenly appeared right in front of me. I flinched reflexively. He looked… too good that night. Clean, simple, effortlessly classy. Of course. He was headed to Lyla’s private party. Men like Aaron didn’t need much to look sharp, dark pants, a fitted shirt, everything perfect. For a moment, I just stared. Completely ridiculous. But I quickly pulled myself together. “Heading out?” I asked casually.

Angela's POVAaron let out a shallow breath.“Whatever I said last night, forget it.”Just like that.Forget it.I stared at him.“What if I can’t forget it?” I asked. Quiet, but steady.His gaze shifted instantly. Fully focused on me now.“What are you implying?” he said flatly, but the warning in his tone was unmistakable.I swallowed, forcing myself to stay upright.“Aaron… last night wasn’t just drunk talk. At least... it didn’t feel like it to me.”His expression hardened. He didn’t like this. More than that, he wanted out of this conversation. But I didn’t stop.“I want to ask you something,” I continued, my voice softer. “About last night… about that.” My eyes flicked to his side. “The scar on your left abdomen.”“So you were looking me over while I was asleep?&r