Derek POV
After having a little talk with my dad, I drove back to my house, my heart still bitter with anger. I was not angry at anyone—not my dad, not Lexie, not even Morgana, who lied to me all through the relationship.
I was angry with myself for being so blind to her faults. I f*****g hated my father because he told me he would rather die than see me marry Morgana.
I thought he hated me; unknown to me, all he did was love me. He was trying hard to protect me from Morgana, and I kept coming back to her.
I tighten my grip around the steering wheel, trying to keep my eyes on the road, as memories of me leaning on Morgana's shoulder to cry about my mom resurface in my head.
And that is not as painful as when I missed a meeting just to stay with her because she said she was missing her
