Fredric’s POV“So, where exactly are we going?” Paula shot me a wide smile, her right hand slowly drifting toward my sensitive area. I quickly pushed it away.“Focus on the road. Do you want us to die in a crash?” I snapped.“Relax, sweetheart. Since when did you become this cautious? You used to be the wildest guy I knew. I don’t mean to insult your wife, but you’ve changed so much since being with her. It’s only been a few months since you were away from me. Don’t you miss being wild? I mean, being yourself. Come on, Fredric, we agreed to stay friends back when you met me at the hospital, remember? Think of me as your refuge, the place where you can pour out everything. Don’t we all need a place where we can show both our light and dark sides?”When I looked into Paula’s eyes, any trace of what I once called “love and affection” was gone. Her words sounded like garbage—proof that love and hate really are separated by the thinnest line.“I never agreed to be friends. That was what yo

:Fredric’s POV“This is fine. Stop here.”I tapped the dashboard, signaling Paula to pull over right at the entrance of the elite residential district. She gave me a cynical smile as she stopped the car.“Why? Afraid someone will catch you coming with me? Even your grandmother and your precious wife won’t know who’s sitting in this car. Do you think they’d start pounding on the windows to check who’s inside?”I didn’t bother arguing. I got out immediately and started walking toward where Mathilda and my grandmother were.The sound of Paula’s engine revving again told me she wasn’t satisfied. I knew she’d follow me—she never let anything go easily.“Oh, I forgot—we’re still in the middle of the little game you mentioned earlier. Sorry, sometimes I forget how to control myself. And by the way, your previous house was beautiful. I hope I’ll be there soon. Remember, Fredric, everything you wanted before came from the descriptions I always gave you of my dream home, right? That’s proof eno