Ivan hopped on his bike, trying to forget the image of Hannah touching Dom’s face tenderly and the way she looked at him. It had broken Ivan’s heart, for before she went in their house, he was ready to confess his feelings for her and tell her everything, about the memories he kept on having about the two of them of previous lifetimes.
But she chose Dominic.
He clenched his fist in anger and fought the urge to punch something or kick something and scream in anger and frustration. He had tried to gain her affection correctly by always being there for her and accompanying her to anything, by supporting her and by being someone she could rely on. Ivan stopped his bike and then got off, throwing his helmet harshly on the sidewalk as he sat and grabbed his head, fisting his hair and screaming
