**Micaela's POV**

I did everything to escape from him, yet he was here standing before me, his eyes were filled with anger, surprise, and some emotions I couldn't quite place.

"Micaela" he called my name, his voice smooth and velvety as I've always remembered it to be. He looked at me with a sense of longing but I must be mistaken because this man here doesn't give two fucks about me.

I turned, clenching the handle of the basket I was holding, completely avoiding him and walking away. ...