As soon as the line went dead, Aidan balled his fist and drove it hard into a wall.
A groan escaped his lips, as pain bloomed over his knuckles, but it was nothing compared to the chaos churning inside him.
A soft knock came to the door. "Aidan, are you okay?"
Aidan slumped to his bed and facepalm himself. He didn't want to get Anna involved in his family affairs yet. She already had a lot to handle and he didn't feel ready to go home because of that.
But the reality was glaring.
He had been absent from his real life for 6 months. Here he was, advising Anna on how best to run her company, when his was falling apart.
But going home meant leaving Anna. Going home meant facing the reality of his arranged marriage, and he wasn't ready for that.
That was what made him leave home. That was why he turned into a prodigal son. The media hadn't caught wind of his affairs of hiding under a fake identity and he knew his mother's threat was leading that way.
