Chapter 6

Freya's POV 

I watched the scene unfold before me, my heart racing with anticipation. Brian's face turned red with anger as Brandon's words hung in the air. "Freya is my wife," Brandon reiterated trying to let this realization sink into Brian who still stood there flabbergasted, his voice firm and resolute.

Brian took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "You can't be serious," he spat, his eyes blazing with fury. "Freya deserves so much better than you. And Freya are you for real? him? I know I hurt you but doing this to spite me is just overboard."

Despite everything unfolding he still somehow to make everything about himself."Brian I am going to hold your hands when I say, the world does not actually revolve around you and your bruised ego, Brandon and I are married and it is not some twisted game to get back at you, you're not as important as you think." I spelled out each word and each sentence, hoping it would give him a grasp on reality 

"So you expect me to think under three weeks you met, fell in love and got married? are you that much of a gold digger?" He shamelessly asked as Brandon landed a swift puch to his cheek sending him straight to the perfectly polished floor, stunning everyone. I immediately went in between them trying to deescalate as much as I could but Brian was hot headed and Brandon was angry.

"You have a lot of nerve don't you? waltzing in here like you own the place, demanding explanations when you couldn't give her the courtesy of one." he said as I tried to hold him back.

"Brandon that's enough." I whispered begining to feel the weight of embarrassment in front of my in laws

But before things could escalate further, Brandon's mother intervened. She stood up, her eyes flashing with anger, and pointed a finger at Brian. "You're one to talk, aren't you?" she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "You, who abandoned your own fiancee for someone else. You, who think you can just walk in here and dictate what's best for Freya."

Brian's face turned even redder, but Brandon's mother wasn't finished. "You're entitled, Brian. You think the world revolves around you, but it doesn't. Why don't you go back to your own wife, Rachelle, and leave Freya alone?"

I felt a pang of surprise at the mention of Rachelle's name, I never knew or even thought they were aware of everything between my best friend and I, or at least, she used to be. 

But I didn't have time to dwell on anything about Rachelle now.

Brandon's mother had just defended me, a virtual stranger, against her own family member. I felt a surge of gratitude towards her, and towards Brandon, who had stood up for me.

Brian took to his feet, looking defeated as he turned to leave before stopping on his heels. "This is not the end of this." he said trying to sound threatening before he finally left.

The tension in the room had shifted, what was beginning to feel like home was now suddenly laced with this uneasy tension after the major confrontation with Brian and I was extremely grateful for their defense but the height of embarrassment was heavier. 

"Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for defending me."

Brandon's mother smiled and patted my hand. "You're family now, Freya," she said. "We look out for each other."

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of belonging that I hadn't felt in a long time. But as the evening wore on, I began to feel overwhelmed. I excused myself, saying I was tired, and made my way to my room.

As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but think about the events of the evening. Brian's anger, Brandon's mother's defense of me...it all felt so surreal. But as I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I was exactly where I was meant to be at least I thought I was.