She stood trembling, her voice sharp with accusation. "How dare you touch me? You know I belong to someone else." But Aaron's smirk only deepened, his dark eyes glinting with something dangerous. "You're the one who came to me three months ago, begging for me," he said coldly, his words cutting like a blade. She froze, tears springing to her eyes as the memory crashed over her—a moment of weakness she'd desperately tried to forget. "That's not what happened," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I never asked you to... I'm not some plaything. I wanted you to make love to me because I was vulnerable, because I thought you cared." The words tumbled out between sobs. Aaron's laugh was harsh, mocking, devoid of any warmth. His transformation from the man she once knew was complete. She realized then that nothing would ever be the same—not after the secret she was carrying, not after the betrayal that had shattered everything they were supposed to be.