~Alistair's POV~
"You hit me," he murmured, his voice cracking. "You actually hit my face."
"You called me names!" I screamed, my own voice breaking.
"You're so desperate, aren't you?" he said, his voice trembling with a mix of grief and rage. "You see one tiny opening, and you grab it. I know I've been going through hell. I know I put myself in this mess. But instead of helping me fight for us, you're already finding a way to leave me behind. Is that all your love was worth?"
The guilt surged in my chest, he was trying to make me the villain for reacting to his own failures. I opened my mouth to defend myself, to tell him that he was the one who pushed me into Andrew's arms, but a sharp knock at the door cut the tension.
"Master Alexander. Master Alistair. Your father requests your presence in his study. Immediately."
The maid's voice was the final hammer.
