Ethan's POV
"Why didn't you tell me right away?" I snapped into the phone, pacing behind my desk as my father's secretary's words sank in.
"She's with him now," she said, almost in a whisper. "He asked for her personally."
And just like that, she hung up.
I didn't think. I didn't ask for clarification or try to stay composed. I stormed out of my office, slamming the door behind me so hard it rattled the frame. My footsteps echoed in the hallway as I ran down the corridor like something was on fire—because it was. I could barely breathe by the time I reached my father's office, every step tightening the knot in my chest.
I didn't knock.
I threw the door open and walked straight in.
My father didn't even look surprised. He didn't even pause. He was mid-sentence, still hurling cruel words at Meliza like she was nothing—like she didn't matter. His voice was cold, sharp, and calculated, each word more cutting than the last.
He knew I was coming. He wanted me to walk in on this.