Chapter 80

Aisha's pov I was so angry. I refused to let myself believe that this was the same man that I agreed was perfect for me then he went ahead to act like every other idiotic man out there. I wanted to slap him so he would get his senses back but that might be pushing it. I told myself I wouldn't answer the door. I told myself I'd stay strong. But the moment I smelled him, his scent lingering outside like a storm on the verge of breaking—I knew I was lying to myself. Simon. He knocked twice. Gentle. Almost hesitant. As if unsure I'd still want him. I opened the door, and the world tilted. He stood there in a dark hoodie, hands in his pockets, his usually confident posture crumpled with guilt. His eyes met mine, and for a second, neither of us said a word. "I can't do this anymore," he said finally, voice hoarse. "I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't think straight without you." My heart clenched. I wanted to yell at him, to ask why he'd pushed me away, why he let others decide the terms of