Two lies and a truth.
Derek’s pov.
Night had passed so quickly that I hadn’t noticed the shining rays of the morning sun rising just above my mansion.
I hadn’t slept a wink and yet I still felt strong, rejuvenated and ready to face the world with everything I had, the weight that rested on my shoulders felt lighter now after my talk with my father’s former right-hand man.
Was it so terrible that I secretly celebrated he fact that I was not responsible for the death of my unborn child, the guilt that I had carried for almost four years now had suddenly seeped of my body, and I felt like I could finally breathe,
All the memories and the what ifs that I had asked myself after Adora had left, I could finally grieve the loss of my child without the thoughts of what a terrible father I had already been even before his death swarmed my mind, I could finally grieve my loss the way I had wanted to and to grieve I had the whole night.