Herbert Farley and Starla Lansbury were already furious. The fact that Caden Larson had personally driven Fairfax Yelchin to Hansville City the day before was a bitter pill to swallow.
Now, looking at Caden’s utterly defeated expression, their moods only darkened.
Feeling the suffocating hostility rolling off the couple, Caden cleared his throat. "I swear, I didn't do it on purpose."
Neither of them spoke. They just stared at him with eyes like ice.
Unable to bear the scrutiny, Caden panicked. "I really didn't mean to!"
"Yesterday, Fairfax called me and said it was all over. He asked me to drive him out of town." Caden threw his hands up. "He said 'it's all over'! Naturally, I assumed the two of you had finally finalized the divorce!"
Thinking back on it, Caden felt like an absolute idiot. How had Fairfax managed to play him so smoothly without even batting an eye?
Didn't the guy have a conscience? Didn't he know what kind of hell he was leaving Caden to face?
It was true what they said—sometimes the people who stabbed you in the back were the ones you called friends.
At the mention of the word 'divorce,' the temperature in the room plummeted even further.
Caden swallowed hard.
Great. No matter what he said now, he was just digging his own grave.
"I know I messed up."
The Larson family patriarch had chewed him out first thing this morning and ordered him to come fix this mess. But Caden had racked his brain the entire drive over and realized there was no magic fix. All he could do was beg for mercy.
Herbert’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "You drove all the way to Hansville City, and you didn't talk about anything? Or are you just completely brain-dead?"

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