Chapter 77 – Moana’s POV
I walked back into my office without looking back.
If I had turned around, I would have gone back to him.
If I had slowed down, I would have listened again.
If I had contemplated, I would have broken down more.
So I didn’t.
I shut the door and stood there, my hand still on the handle, my fingers trembling. My heart was beating too fast, as if it wanted to escape my chest. I hated how weak I felt. I hated that he still had the power to make me feel this way.
He chose his father.
The words echoed in my head.
He had trusted his father so much, he even recorded his father, and came back expecting me to accept his version of the truth like it was final. Like my pain was an inconvenience. Like my doubts were an insult.
He chose blood over truth, he chose loyalt
