Evelin's POV
I spun around, ice in my voice. "Grey, you can address me as Evelin or Ms. Elysia, but 'Eve' isn't something you get to say anymore."
Grey stopped short. "I just became accustomed to it."
"Accustomed to it?" I let out a harsh laugh. Throughout our marriage, Grey barely ever used "Eve." He typically stuck to my full name.
Yet now, post-divorce, he suddenly craved that intimate familiarity.
"Well, break that habit immediately. I never want to hear it from your lips again, or I'll be nauseated," I stated firmly.
Grey's complexion drained of color.
His face went pale, a look of disbelief crossing his features. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head, as if he were replaying a memory that starkly contrasted with my current disgust.
As I moved toward my car, Grey rushed to obstruct my path. "Could we have a conversation? There's so much I need to tell you."
