(Alexander’s POV)
“You didn’t,” I looked down at the envelope on my desk and then back up at my father.
“It had to be done.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing right now. My father had traveled to Reagan’s home just to get her to sign the papers. Even though Victoria and I had made it clear that we were no longer going through with the wedding, Matthew refused to budge. He was still so stubbornly adamant that I call the wedding back on.
I was furious enough at this point that I could smash my fist through a wall and probably make a hole in it, “What would possess you to go behind my back and do something like this?”
“You aren’t thinking, son, this girl she’s done something to you.”
“I am thinking, Father I think that my mind has never been more clear. I love Reagan and for you to do something like this-”
I didn’t even know how to finish that sentence or what to say. I was seeing red, I couldn’t even form the words in my mind.