AARON’S POV

How the fuck could he have done that?

I stormed out of my father’s office, still wondering what the hell was happening to my life. In a moment, I proposed to Liv, next we’re organizing a party, next Viv comes, next Liv calls off our wedding and next she’s fucking my father.

“FUCK!” I slammed my fist into the wall nearby.

My fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, sharp pain barely registering over the raw fury burning inside me. I needed to breathe. I needed to think. But the more I walked, the angrier I became.

I wanted answers, and I wanted them...