Aiden POV
I had just walked out of a meeting with my father and my late mother's lawyer—God rest her soul. It had been a week since her death, and I had known exactly what the meeting was about: her shares, her wealth, her legacy.
The weight of it sat heavy in my chest as I stepped into the cool evening air. My relationship with my father had been nothing short of a battlefield, and it was his fault—his and his damn mistress's.
They killed her. Not with their hands, no, but with their actions. My mother had died of a heart attack, but her health had started deteriorating the moment she found out about my father's infidelity.
I told her to leave him. I begged her to. But she wouldn't.
