Damien's POV:

I stood there, staring at Nicolle, and for a moment I genuinely couldn’t believe anything she had just said, no, I refused to believe it. Because the idea that my own son had gotten hurt emotionally to this extent because of this plan we cooked up… it twisted something heavy inside my chest, something guilt-ridden and ugly.

God, Nathan… What have I done to you?

“Nic…” I breathed out, dragging a hand across my face. “I think we should stop this plan.”

She ...