Orson's pov
I slammed the office door behind me so hard the frame rattled, that I thought the door would fall off.
“Damn it,” I growled under my breath, dragging both hands through my hair until my scalp burned. “Damn it all.”
But the voice that answered me wasn’t my own.
This is your fault, Orson.
Alex’s voice echoed in my skull,he was always brutally honest, which was something I didn't like.
You can curse fate all you want, but none of this would have happened if you had just told her the truth. You kept her in the dark. You lied. And now she’s shattered. You did that.
“Don’t start with me, Alex,” I muttered, pushing off the door and pacing across the office like a caged animal.
I have to, he growled back. Because someone has to make you face it. You were so de
