Desired by All and He Threw Away 32

Chapter 32 

Taylor’s POV 

The morning light spills through the kitchen window soft and golden stretching across the table like its trying to warm the 

silence between us. 

The smell of buttered toast and scrambled eggs hangs in the air miking with the faint hum of the refrigerator i send my siblings to school so now the house is quiet and For once it feels…peaceful. 

Aiden sits across from men hair still slightly mussed from sleep sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he absently pushes his fork through the eggs.the quiet between us isnt awkward today- its gentle… 

like the world outside finally decided to slow down long enough for us to breathe. 

i sip my coffee, the steam curling around my face and risk a glance t him. “how did you sleep?” he looks up briefly then shrugs. “Fine.” 

The answer is too quick too casual. i catch the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth and bite back a smile. Hes lying.The absence of the usual exhaustion in his eyes gives him away -no dark shadows no tightness around his jaw. 

for the first time in days maybe weeks he looks…rested.human. 

“fine, huh?” I murmur, letting the teasing edge into my tone. “That’s good. You looked like you actually slept through the night 

for 

he raises a brow. “whats that supposed to mean?” 

“it 

means you didnt wake up pacing around like you were negotiating with your demons,” i say lightly. “So, progress.” 

he huffs o 

a low laugh the sound rough and quiet but it pulls something warm in my chest. “Guess your guest room has healing powers,” he says. 

Before i can reply my phone vibrates against the wooden table screen lighting up with a flurry of notifications. I glance down, half–expecting some more bad comments about Dylan scandal–but then I see it. 

Breaking: Dylan Hayes Speaks Out. 

My heart dips. “Oh my god…” i mutter snatching up the phone.My thumb hovers for half a second before i tap the screen. 

Aiden looks up his fork stilled midair. “What is it?” 

“Dylan just released a statement,” I say, my voice already tight. 

He leans forward slightly, watching as I open the video.the sound fills the room- Dylan’s voice too soft too rehearsed.Hes sitting in what looks like his home office framed perfectly by a shelf of strategically placed trophies and books. 

his hair is styled just so his eyes glossy the perfect image of a man wronged. “i want to start by saying Im sorry,” he begins voice trembling as if its fighting tears. “i have made mistakes in my past i was young reckless and i didnt always treat people right.But the truth is…” 

He pauses, lowering his gaze for dramatic effect. “Alice lied about her age.I didn’t know. I would never hurt someone that young.” 

my jaw tightens. “Oh, please,” i whisper under my breath.. 

he continues, voice growing steadier. “Ive learned a lot from thisd i hope the public can forgive me for my immaturity.Everyone deserves a second chance. ” 

the words roll off his tongue like hes reading from a carefully crafted script. 

Within seconds the comments start flashing across the screen- hart emojis clapping hands, people calling him “brave and ” honest.” Some of them even say how “good it is to see men ownin up to their mistakes.” 

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Aiden leans back in his chair arms crossed over his chest. “Theyrectually buying it,” he mutters. 

But the video isnt over yet. Dylan leans closer to the camera now hexpression twisting into something smaller meaner,hidden beneath faux sincerity. “and as for Aiden Kinciad…” he sighs dramatically like it pains him to speak the words. 

“It’s hard to talk about someone you once called a my role model. ut I think people should know Aiden has always been jealous. 

He couldn’t stand the idea that Ella chose me over him. That’s why he’s been pushing this narrative. He wants to destroy me.not because of truth or justice- but because he cant stand to lose.” 

the breath leaves my chest in a single stunned rush. 

“no,” i whisper shaking my head as if that might change the words hanging in the air. 

Aiden doesn’t move.his expression hardens the light in his eyes dimming to steel.the muscle in his jaw ticks once before he finally looks at me. “he is not even subtle anymore,” he says quietly.. 

The comments are already spiraling out of control–some people defending Aiden, others parroting Dylan’s lies, twisting the story until it bleeds. 

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