Two important men

Amihan's Pov,

Even the day after I reconnected with Derrick on social media, I still felt a deep sense of nostalgia. I struggled to believe that I had never once considered rekindling our friendship in all the years that had passed. Instead, I had been consumed by my obsessive pursuit of revenge against those who had wronged me, to the point of forgetting someone who had been such a significant part of my early days in New York. I felt a strange mix of elation and regret, and I wondered if I had missed out on something important by neglecting our friendship for so long.

With a mixture of eagerness and dread, I reached for my ringing phone, hoping it would be a call from Derrick. The previous day, I had given him my number, and the anticipation of his call had been eating away at me. I let out a disappointed grunt as I saw the caller's name on the screen of my phone. It wasn't Derrick, as I had hoped, but rather my boyfriend, Maxwell.

I put on a false smile as I answered the phone,