Trevor's brow shot up sharply the moment Gary's words reached his ears, the surprise etched clearly into every feature of his face. Yet before he could shape a single word in response, Freya spoke up.
"Huh? Who are you calling your woman?" Freya asked, her tone laced with incredulity so palpable, it was like a slap to the face. Her brows had drawn together tightly, her eyes narrowing as she stared at him like he had just grown two heads. "How many times do you want me to tell you that we are over, Gary? We are never coming back together. I don't want you in my life anymore."
Her voice was firm, every syllable landing with the finality of a gavel strike. And yet, as she stared at Gary's stubborn face, she couldn't tell if he just wasn't understanding her, or if he was simply refusing to accept the truth. Maybe it was both. Maybe he was clinging to the idea of them so desperately that he was feeding himself lies just to sleep at night.
