Fredric’s POV

Paula pointed furiously at my face, her cheeks flaming red, her eyes filling with tears.

“I should be the one asking you that! What did you do to Mathilda?! How dare you bother her?! You really have no shame, Paula.”

I restrained myself—my hand still wanted to slap her again. It was hard to control this anger. But Paula was cunning; she could be planning something else to trap me.

“Mathilda? Did I hear that right? Do you love her? Tell me!”

My chest rose and fell as Paula hurled that question at me. For some reason, I wanted to punch her senseless—her face was even more irritating than usual.

“That’s none of your business, Paula. Just understand this: I’m never getting back with you. We’re done—don’t think I still love you. I’m sick of this. I thought you’d get it by now, but you only get worse.”

Paula laughed, stepping closer and grabbing my arm to place my hand against her chest. Obviously, nothing I said made it through to her. I knew this tactic—she wanted to use her