You’re worst than my ex

Freda’s POV

I blinked my eyes trying to adjust to the bright light piercing through the window. I was feeling groggy and disoriented as I slowly opened my eyes.

“Sleepyhead” I heard someone say from beside me, as my vision cleared, I saw Hardin sitting beside my bed, his face filled with concern. Anger and pain surged through me as I realized that the same person who had put me in this condition was now taking care of me and acting with all concern.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I struggled to find the words to express the storm of emotions raging within me. How could he do this to me? He knew fully well how his action was going to affect me but he didn't care to stop. How could he hurt me so deeply and then act like he cared?

The sight of Hardin's face smiling at me only fueled my anger. I wanted to scream at him, to unleash all the pain and frustration that had been building inside me. But instead, I found myself trapped in a suffocating silence, unable to form coherent thoughts