Trent turned on the TV and began flipping through the channels, settling on a movie I hadn't seen before. It was about a woman who'd lost her husband in a war and then fell in love with her husband's best friend, only to find out her husband wasn't actually dead.
By the end, I had tears streaming down my face. I wiped them away and sniffled. "Well, that was heartbreaking," I said with a laugh, needing to lighten the mood.
"How so? She got her husband back. That's what she wanted," Trent said.
"Yeah, but the other guy loved her so much, and she broke his heart," I said, realizing for the first time how similar this movie was to my situation with Trent and Jax. Suddenly, I was very uncomfortable. I needed to change the subject. Fast.
"What's your biggest regret?" I asked.
"Hannah," he said, his voice low.
"Sleeping with her or changing her?" I asked bluntly, cringing at how accusatory I sounded.