Diego held her face in his palms, examining her closely, his eyebrows knitted in concern.“Freya, are you there? What's the matter with you? You almost got yourself killed!” Diego exclaimed, his tone laced with fright.Freya swallowed hard and looked away, humiliated that he had caught her in that vulnerable state. She sniffed nonchalantly and smoothened her dress like nothing had happened, trying to regain her composure.But Diego didn't break eye contact with her even for a second, and finally, she surrendered to Diego's fixed gaze and she melted the moment she looked into his eyes, her tough exterior softening instantly. She watched his worried eyes slowly transform into somewhat angry eyes as he reacted to her strange behavior lately and the fact that she had kept him in the dark for the past few days. He had never looked at her that way before, and she felt the intensity of his mean stare.“Freya, what's been going on with you? Why did you choose to cut me off? Have I done someth
Freya held the refrigerator open and peered inside in search for any food available for her to eat as breakfast. The only food which was previously available was the one Imelda had prepared earlier for herself and Noah, which was his breakfast before Freya had taken him to school. But all that food had finished already.On finding nothing to eat, Freya walked out of the kitchen with a downcast demeanor, heading out for another day's job hunt on an empty stomach. She would rather go hungry for a whole day than ask Imelda for help and get subtle insults in return.Just as she was about to head out, Imelda came down the stairs, walking towards her.“Freya, you're back from dropping Noah off?” She asked, her expression seemingly concerned.Freya nodded in response, too tired to answer the irrelevant question to which the answer was quite obvious.“So any luck yesterday? Talk to me,” Imelda asked softly, with a concerned look on her face.“Nothing yet, Imelda. But I remain positive”, she r
Freya sat idly for hours in her mobile food truck, staring blankly into space, pondering on her miserable life, despair and frustration evident in her facial expression.All day, she had had only five customers, and now it was almost four, edging into evening. She always closed by five, a routine she had stuck to since launching her business three weeks ago. Fortunately, Imelda offered to pick up Noah from school daily on her behalf which was a strange but welcome help.The scarcity of customers gravely affected her income. She wasn't making much profit and that got her so worked up.At first, she had told herself that her newness to the roadside fast food scene was the reason for the slow start, and that customers just needed time to warm up to her gourmet burgers. But now, even that reassuring thought felt like a lie. Maybe success just wasn't her thing.A sudden fear gripped her, and she shuddered at the memory of Imelda's massive loan— $250,000. If her business tanked, her life wo
Freya and Diego sat in silence for a few moments in his car, the evening unfolding outside. Freya gazed blankly out the window, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Diego. Unaware, Diego's eyes remained fixed on her, his gaze intense, admiring her as she stared away. After a brief, wordless pause, Diego sighed softly and cleared his throat, intentionally breaking the silence to grab her attention.“Freya, how have you been all these while?” He asked, watching her closely to see her expression.Freya turned to take a glance at him, trying to come up with a suitable response to his question.“I've been okay”, she replied stiffly.“How is Noah? He's in a new school, I guess”.Freya's eyebrows knitted together in a faint frown, surprised by Diego's knowledge of Noah's new school. Though she was curious about his sources, she didn't press the issue, having grown accustomed to his uncanny awareness of her life's details, which had initially unsettled her but now felt almost like a routin
“Welcome home, Freya”, Imelda said with a calm voice, ignoring Freya's angry question and taking her seat on the couch.Freya's angry eyes blazed at Imelda, demanding a clear answer.“Imelda. What did you do to Noah?” Freya asked once again, stroking Noah's hair as he buried his face in her arms.“Nothing!” Imelda snapped, irritated by Freya's accusing questions.Freya's gaze froze on Imelda in astonishment, recoiling from her sudden outburst. She locked eyes with Noah, who shook his head emphatically, his eyes pleading her to believe that he was innocent.“He said he was hungry and I told him to wait a little bit longer so that I could go get some groceries from the mall and cook something for him. But I couldn't leave him all alone at home so I told him to wait till you get back. He got angry and began to throw tantrums. I couldn't take it anymore so I scolded him. I did nothing wrong to him!”“That's not true! She had her lunch and warned me not to eat anything from her house. She
Freya's roadside food truck business had finally found its purpose over the past few weeks. Thanks to Diego, her food truck had skyrocketed to fame, and a loyal customer base had gradually developed a craving for her gourmet burgers.Although she was making a substantial amount of money from the roadside food business, the majority of her income wasn't for personal indulgences. Instead, she diligently saved money daily with the goal of repaying Imelda in the near future. The debt was huge and even though it seemed like an insurmountable task to accumulate such a sum of money, she remained resolute in her determination to pay Imelda back and move out of her house which would be the first step to freedom. Besides, she hadn't squandered all the money Imelda had lent her.Her expression radiated joy, and she hummed a happy tune as she cooked. One could sense that she was ecstatic and eager about something.Her face illuminated with a warm smile as she reminisced about that special day. It
Noah stood frozen in confusion, reluctant to take a step toward his “uncle”.“Noah, go ahead. Say hi to your uncle”, Noah's school teacher said, urging him on with a friendly smile and a slight wave.Adamantly, Noah stood still, not moving an inch, skeptical about talking to the stranger as Freya had previously warned him not to talk to strangers.“It's okay, Miss. I'll take it from here”, The man said politely, his lips curved in a friendly smile.Noah's teacher nodded in response and briskly exited the scene.Majestically, the man walked towards Noah and squatted in front of him in order to maintain close eye contact.“Little man, don't you recognize me? It's me, Diego”, Diego said with a friendly grin, his eyes radiating warmth.Noah's eyes sparkled with recognition, finally pinpointing the man in front of him. Noah could bring up memories of the only man who had once referred to him as "Little man". The man who had ruffled his perfect hair the day they were robbed at the train sta
Noah sprinted enthusiastically towards Freya, launching himself into her arms. Freya enveloped him in a tight squeeze, encircling him in a warm, protective haven. The event drew to a close, and Noah eagerly rushed into his mother's arms. The duo entwined themselves in a tender, heartfelt embrace, swept up in a torrent of emotions, as Freya caressed his hair with gentle, soothing strokes. Diego, standing behind Noah, observed the tender exchange of hugs and sweet, lingering kisses. He beamed with satisfaction, relieved that the event had unfolded smoothly, without anyone leaving hurt or disappointed. Finally, Freya released Noah from her loving grasp and cradled his face in her palms, crouching to lock eyes with him in a deep, meaningful connection. “Mom, I hope you enjoyed my poem. I wrote it all by myself for you”, Noah said proudly, a cheerful grin spreading across his face. “Yes honey, I did. I loved it. Thank you so much for writing such a wonderful poem about me. I love
After another successful day at work — the restaurant bustling with lots of supportive customers, her food truck business experiencing massive sales — Freya pulled up to Noah's school, her heart filled with a mix of excitement and routine. Although Noah had asked her several times to finally give him the freedom to go home by himself as he was a “big boy” now, Freya's motherly instincts moved her to continue picking him from school. She felt like she had to protect him even though Desmond, their only threat, wasn't in that city. He could take them by surprise as he had always done.As she stepped out of her flashy crimson-red car, she looked forward to seeing Noah's bright smile and hearing about his day. Stepping onto the sidewalk, she felt a sense of excitement wash over her as she also couldn't wait to tell Noah all about her splendid day.But as she approached the school entrance, a sense of unease slowly began to creep in. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something f
Desmond sat behind his massive, mahogany office desk, his eyes fixed blankly on a distant point. His mind raced with strategies, counter-strategies, possibilities, questions, plans, thoughts…he seemed utterly troubled.His stiff and unsmiling expression, and his clenched jaw proved his inner turmoil. It was a battle between himself and his thoughts. His anxiety heightened and he couldn't help but imagine worse-case scenarios.Lost in a deep realm of thoughts, Desmond leaned back in his swivel chair, swirling from side to side, staring blankly at the ceiling.He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, a hint of desperation in his eyes. After a while of pondering on something, he sat up, shaking his head vigorously.Then he averted his gaze to a photo on his desk. Slowly, he picked up the photograph, his eyes fixed intently on it. It was a photo of Diego and Freya, with Diego's arms wrapped lovingly around Freya. A polished silver vase holding a bouquet of fresh flowers was on the desk and as he
7:45 AMFreya hurried around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for Noah and herself before they headed out— her to work, Noah to school. The morning sunlight streaming through the kitchen window illuminated her busy movements as she prepared breakfast, though her thoughts were very far from the kitchen. She reflected on the most recent court's proceedings as she expertly cracked eggs into a bowl, whisked them together with a fork, and then poured the mixture into a hot skillet. Memories of the humiliation she had faced at the witness stand in the last court hearing resurfaced in her mind, sending a ripple of self reproach through her. Why had she allowed Desmond and his lawyer to belittle her?As she worked and pondered on the court case, Freya called out to Noah, who was still in his room. "Noah, sweetie, time to get up! We don't want to be late for school!" Then she paused, listening carefully for Noah's response. She expected to hear the sound of his footsteps or the rustle of h
The courtroom was filled with an air of anticipation as the litigants, lawyers, and spectators waited for Judge Jeffrey Jordan to take his seat. Another day of the trial arrived, with Freya wearing a mask of confidence as she sat quietly in her chair, her eyes fixed on some point in front of her. Attorney Kim, her lawyer, sat beside her, flipping through a stack of papers.Unlike previous court proceedings, Diego didn't show up. He had a lot of work to do and a case to sort out with his company's board of directors.After a few minutes, Desmond arrived and took his seat beside his lawyer, Attorney Simon, across from Freya and her lawyer.Just right before he sat down, his eyes met Freya's in a silent confrontation, Desmond's eyes blazing with malice. At that instant, he recalled the heated exchange of words between the two of them the day before, with Freya being unusually confident.Desmond sat smugly, his lawyer whispering something in his ear. Desmond's eyes flicked towards Freya
The sun was setting over Freya's house, casting a warm orange glow. Just then, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb in front of Freya's house, the engine purring softly as the driver put it in park. Turning the car engine off, the driver sat still for a moment, his eyes fixed steadily on the house, his jaw clenched in anger. He shook his head in indignation, his eyes burning with intense hatred.With an angry snort, he finally pushed open the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, his eyes never leaving the house.Shutting the car door with a soft click, he strode up the walkway, his footsteps echoing off the quiet evening air. As he reached the porch, he paused for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorbell as if indecisive on whether to push it or not. Then, with a sudden burst of anger, he rapped sharply on the door, the sound echoing through the stillness.Just then, he heard Freya's curious voice from within, “Who is it?”He said nothing in response, glaring intensely at
The moment her lawyer called her to the witness stand, Freya stole a brief glance at Diego as if seeking reassurance before standing up, her hands still entwined with his. Diego gave her a warm smile, his eyes softening. He squeezed her hand gently before reluctantly letting go.All eyes were on Freya as she smoothed out her dress and made her way to the witness stand. She took the oath, and then Attorney Kim began her questioning."Freya, can you please tell the court about your marriage to Desmond July?" Attorney Kim asked.Freya took a deep breath before beginning, stealing a furtive glance at Desmond. "We were married for ten years, and for most of that time, I was miserable. Desmond was controlling and abusive, and he made me feel like I was worthless”, Freya said, her icy gaze never leaving Desmond."I'm so sorry, Freya. Can you tell the court about the phone calls you received from Desmond after you left him?" Attorney Kim asked further, her tone sympathetic."Yes...he called m
All eyes were fixed on Attorney Simon as he approached the witness stand, ready for his direct examination.With a warm smile, he began, “Mr. July, can you please tell the court about your relationship with your wife, Freya?"At his lawyer's question, Desmond's expression turned sentimental in a way Freya thought to be glaringly fake. "We had our ups and downs, but I loved her. I provided for her and our son, Noah. We had a good life together. I tried my best to be a better husband to her, a better father to Noah”, he said, his tone soft and gentle.Attorney Simon nodded encouragingly and asked further, "And can you describe your relationship with your son, Noah?"Desmond's eyes softened and glittered with unshed tears, his face red with anguish. As a reaction, Freya and Diego exchanged displeased glances at Desmond's ”nasty” show of insincere emotions. “Noah is my world. I've always been a devoted father to him. I coached his soccer team, attended his school events…I was always ther
Another day of the trial arrived and the courtroom was filled with an air of tension and animosity as the litigants awaited the arrival of Judge Jordan. Desmond sat still, his eyes gleaming with dissatisfaction. He was dressed in a designer suit, his tie perfectly knotted, and his dark hair slicked back. He stared blankly into space, his mind racing with several thoughts and questions.How was it that Freya was getting more famous, with the support of the public? How did the lawsuit backfire on him? He shook his head in disbelief, his jaw clenched in irritation. Things weren't going as planned. And now, he was stuck with yet another boring court proceeding which wasn't the center of his plan.Just then, the courtroom doors swung open and Freya walked into the courtroom with her head held high, exuding a sense of quiet confidence. She appeared in a designer navy blue pantsuit, with a fitted jacket and matching trousers that fell to the perfect length, just above her shoes. Underneath
Another bright morning sun cast its warm, golden light upon Bayside Bistro, illuminating the elegant facade of the restaurant. The soft rays shone across the gleaming glass windows, highlighting the subtle curves of the building's exterior design. The gentle morning breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, mingling with the enticing aromas wafting from the restaurant's kitchen.Just then, a sleek crimson-red sports car halted in front of the restaurant, its tires scrunching against the pavement.With a sense of urgency and duty, the driver alighted and circled the car in order to open the door for his boss.As he held the door open for her, Freya stepped out of the vehicle with poise and confidence, her long, straight chestnut hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Her alluring and expressive brown eyes sparkled in the morning light, radiating a sense of warmth and hospitality.Her outfit was a blend of style and sophistication. She wore a crisp, white blou