Chapter 122 - Torn

Orion’s POV

Mason stood in the middle of the hallway, his broad frame blocking my path, as if daring me to make the first move. His dark eyes, filled with contempt, met mine, and a slow smirk spread across his face.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “If it isn’t the great Orion Miller. Here to play the devoted pitiful husband again?”

I took a step closer, my fists tightening at my sides. “What the hell is going on in that dumb head of yours?” I growled.

He crossed his arms, his posture annoyingly casual and mocking. “Ava needed someone to support her. Someone to help her fight. Clearly, that someone wasn’t you. I just did what a man who truly loves her would do.”

My blood boiled at his words. I knew he was trying to get under my skin, and it was working. Every second that smirk lingered on his face was another second I had to fight the urge to slam my fist into it.