Aiden's POV
The pilot's voice crackled over the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be beginning our descent shortly. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."
My jaw clenched.
I didn't need the reminder—I was already strapped in, hands curled tightly around the armrests, not from fear of flying, but from the seething storm inside me.
Then I heard the soft click of a buckle beside me.
She sat down.
Alexia.
The audacity. After everything—after lying to my face, denying what we both now knew she remembered—she had the nerve to come sit beside me like we were still… us.
I didn't even glance her way. I unbuckled my seatbelt and stood up so fast the flight attendant flinched.
"Sir?" she asked.
"I'm changing seats," I muttered, brushing past.
Alexia said nothing. I didn't care. Or maybe I cared too much, and that was the real problem.
