Iva’s P.O.V.
When Will notices me, he stops kissing that woman and slowly pulls away. His eyes meet mine, and for a second, something flashes in them.
Pain maybe?
But it vanishes just as quickly, replaced by a cold expression. There’s no guilt, no shame on his face. Just a strange expression, one I’ve never seen in my Will, the man I thought I knew.
He shifts his gaze back to the girl and then drops a bomb on me. “Iva! Meet Sofiya, my girlfriend.”
The words make my chest heavier.
I can’t move.
I can’t breathe.
Girlfriend? What the hell is he talking about? He loves me. What the f**k is happening?
As I ask, my voice trembles. “W-what? Your… girlfriend?” More tears trickle down my cheeks. I can’t believe what I just heard from his mouth.
“Yeah.” He stares straight at me like he
