(Orlando's POV)
I sat across from my best friend and my father in one of his large mansions in the city.
The cool wind was blowing as we sat on the balcony in silence. The smell of tobacco and bourbon was thick in the air.
The weight of my confession had them stunned. I could tell because my father was staring at me like I'd lost it.
My best friend's expression mirrored his as well.
“What did you say, son?” He eyed me carefully.
I cleared my throat. Hunter stared at me, shaking his head to deter me, but at this point, I didn't give a s**t.
“I said I want to divorce Paris.” I spoke clearly this time. My tone belied my fears.
“Have you gone mad?” My father's voice thundered so much so that the butler who was standing in the distance whipped his head to face us.
I stayed calm; with
