Hardin’s POV

“What took you see long?” I asked as I walked past her. Freda stood there, her face flushed with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. The intensity of her gaze was enough to pierce through a metal. I could feel the weight of her disappointment and betrayal hanging heavily in the air. It was as if the room had suddenly become smaller, suffocating me with its charged atmosphere.

“You've got some nerve, Hardin, how dare you do this to me,” Freda said as she walked towards me angrily. My mind raced, desperately trying to make sense of the situation. I never intended to hurt Freda, but that doesn't...