The Lie

Orion's POV

I stood there, my hand hovering over the door handle, my mind racing. The voice had caught me off guard.

I cleared my throat, stepping into the room, my presence undeniable. Chloe turned to face me, the tension thick in the air. Her face was a mask of unease as she tried to say something but decided at the last minute to keep quiet.

My mother's condition had rattled me. Seeing her like that made me feel like an inadequate son. Why didn't she just stay at her own mansion where she had servants at her beck and call?

I stared at Chloe, my voice cold and controlled as I tried to focus on one of the reasons I had to come back as quickly as I could.

“I’ll ask you this only one time, Chloe. Did you send any message or phone call or anything at all to my wife?”

“Your wife?” She spat angrily.

“Don’t make me ask again, Chloe.”