Ford’s POV
For some reason, Livia stays silent throughout the ride.
No protest. No anger. Just silence.
And somehow it feels worse than if she just yelled at me and called me all sorts of names.
“I had to do it for you,” I tell her as soon as we pull up in the garage.
Livia stops halfway through opening the door.
“It was just too much,” I continue, my voice reeking of desperation. “I knew that. I was taking care of it in the background and I thought that I will fix it before you find out—”
“You’re in no place to decide what’s too much for me and what’s not.”
Her words cut through me like a blade.
I exhale slowly. “But you’re just too—”
“Too young? Too naive? Too stupid?”
I don’t know how to answer.
“What else did you hide from me?”
For a moment, I consider lying. But the tru
