Alexander had been hiding behind the door earlier, unable to hear everything clearly. But when he saw Peyton's tears, he instinctively assumed that Aurora had taken her anger out on her—that was why he had rushed out so quickly.
That urgency stemmed from his disappointment in Aurora. He had only wanted to knock some sense into her, but he never expected… that he had completely misunderstood her.
"Alexander, I know you hate me and don't trust me. But tonight, I'm even more disappointed in you! I hope this never happens again. Otherwise… let's just pretend we never knew each other!" Aurora's voice trembled. Seven years of love, and she was cutting it off just like that. How could it not hurt?
She grabbed her purse and strode out.
Tears slipped down her face, chilling her already gaunt features.