Ophelia's pov
“Were you the one that told her?” I had prepared myself for the tantrum that my ex mate was going to inevitably throw if Gianna went along with my plan.
I had been sitting on my bed cross-legged when he came pounding at my door and pushing it to its limits, I was able to make it there and open it up before it could fall off of its hinges.
Quickly as soon as the door pushed open, rapid footsteps found their way into my room and he began to pace back and forth, it was only after he had done this for a while that he finally looked up, as if he was just noticing me, that was when he asked the question.
“Were you the one that told her?”
Of course, I was not going to give up the truth so easily with my legs still crossed on the bed I asked with an intentionally oblivious tone
