I’ve never promised you anything before

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 mean she gets to speak to me like this.

“Watch your tongue woman, don't speak to me in that tone” I warned her but it was clear that she wasn't having it.

“Oh please Hardin what more can you do to me at this point, why did you make me feel so special if you were going fuck another woman the next day?” Freda yelled angrily her voice rising in volume and intensity, I felt a mix of frust