Freya's eyes got big with shock as she froze, her gaze transfixed on the TV screen. She felt her heart skip a beat as she witnessed the awful scene on air.
“...the most awaited moment in the world of entertainment. Here we have Monica Holland and her finally revealed lover, Desmond July, kissing openly on the red carpet just yesterday in Hollywood! What a sight to see! Who would have thought Monica was in such a serious relationship with a man who is no stranger in the world of business tycoons…” Freya's shoulders shuddered, and she quivered like she had been standing outside in the snow for hours. Her lips barely moved as she breathed a silent “No”, shaking her head forcefully. A single teardrop, like a shiny pearl, crawled out of her eye down her cheek. Shivers were sent down her spine and she finally gave up standing and dropped dramatically to the floor. “Mom!” From a hidden corner in the living room, her eight-year-old son who had been silently watching her distress, ran towards her with a compassionate urgency. He wrapped his small arms around her in a tight embrace as he nestled beside her on the floor as if to comfort her. “Noah”, she muttered under her breath, quickly wiping the tears that had fallen from her reddish eyes with the back of her palms. “Mom, are you crying?” He asked softly, holding her face in his little palms and examining her closely. His eyebrows were furrowed in worry and concern for her. “No, of course not. I just caught a cold. Why don't you go take a shower and prepare for school, Noah”, she spoke in between sniffs, making a weak attempt at a smile. She brushed his golden hair with her palm in a few gentle strokes as a kind of cover up for her weird attitude. Noah shook his head adamantly. Freya watched Noah's facial expression get stiff with disbelief. Slowly, he turned to glance at the TV with a hint of fury in his innocent icy blue eyes. “Dad?” He exclaimed in surprise. To avoid any more drama and questions, Freya sprang up to her feet with agility and grabbed the TV remote from the center table. Before Noah could utter any more words, she turned the TV off. “Alright, you'll go straight to the bathroom while I go to the kitchen to make breakfast. Let's go”. “But mom, I just saw dad with another woman. Who is she? I thought dad said he was on a business trip”. “That's his…uhm…” Coming up with an authentic lie was much more difficult than Freya thought. Though he was a little juvenile, Freya understood fully well that he wasn't the type to swallow such lies easily. “That's just his secretary. Noah, please, no more questions. You're late for school”, Freya said with a deep sigh, avoiding eye contact with her son who shot her a questioning glance. Noah's forehead squeezed into a frown. He clenched his little fists and dashed out of the living room in obvious dissatisfaction and irritation. Freya stared blankly in the direction which her son had taken to his room till he was out of sight. Again, as if her brain had been waiting for the right moment to strike, the distasteful image she had just come across on the TV first thing in the morning flashed through her mind. “No, Desmond. I'll find out what you've been up to”, she muttered absentmindedly and dashed out of the living room, up the stairs heading to her husband’s secluded room with a furious urgency. Finally, she stopped at her destination and pushed the huge door forcefully, causing the wooden obstacle to fall wide open. Without hesitating, Freya darted into the room and headed straight for his closet room. She pulled the door open and her eyes went big with shock at her latest discovery. Desmond's closet room, ironically, was filled with all sorts of revealing feminine clothes and they weren't Freya's. Not even a single one. Some were scattered all over the floor, while others were neatly hung in hangers. Freya's eyebrows knitted in a mix of surprise and confusion at the awkward sight. She never knew Desmond to be a “feminine boutique enthusiast”. That wasn't all that terrified Freya. While scanning the closet room, she spotted, in horror, a sexy red lingerie lying clumsily on the floor. It wasn't hers! Freya gasped in shock at the realization of Desmond's promiscuity and filthy extra marital affairs. She shook her head vigorously, trying to digest everything she was witnessing. Nevertheless, the shock didn't stop her from finding out more as she kept taking bold steps about the room, searching for more clues. On the dressing table in the room, she spotted a few contraceptive pills and some used condoms. Freya flinched backwards in disgust at the rage- inducing eyesore. “No. This can't be real. How could you, Desmond”, she muttered and staggered out of the scary closet room. On getting to the main room, Freya dropped lifelessly on the floor, tears bursting out of her reddish eyes. “After everything you've put me through, you still went ahead to cheat on me! How dare you!” Freya screamed in between tears. Soon, Noah's distant shouts of “Mom! Mom!” raided the atmosphere. Each shout sounded an inch closer like he was approaching. Freya quickly wiped her tears with the back of her palms and jumped up to her feet in preparation for Noah's arrival so as not to give him an impression that she had been bawling her eyes out. “Mom!” Noah yelled in a panic and ran into the room she was in. “What is it, honey?” Freya asked with a sniff. “Dad's home. He's at the door!” Noah announced, agitatedly. Freya's gaze shifted from Noah and she began to stare into space, her facial expression slowly developing into that of a woman who was about to be charged with murder. “Mom, I didn't want to get the door for Dad. I think you should see him for yourself”, Noah added, with a hint of fear in his voice. “Alright. Let's go”, she said and took Noah by his hand, walking out of the room and heading down the stairs to the living room. On arrival at the living room, she let go of Noah's hand and walked in an unusually calm manner to the door, gently pulling it open. Her eyes flashed in rage at the nonchalant looking man at the door, holding his shoulders high like he wasn't in the mood for drama. Freya raised a sarcastic brow at him and said icily, “Welcome home from your fraudulent business trip, Mr Desmond July. I hope you had a wonderful time with female movie stars”. Desmond's chiseled face squeezed into an irritated frown as a reaction. “What nonsense are you going on about?” He asked. Freya said nothing in response, fixing a steady gaze at him instead."Move aside!” Freya staggered like a toddler taking his first steps as Desmond pushed her to the side aggressively. “I just got back from a hectic trip and the welcome I get is you standing in my way and staring at me like I'm the reason for your misery. Get me something to eat. I'm so hungry”, Desmond ordered and marched majestically into the house, pulling his small travel box behind him and ignoring the poor Freya who had bumped her head into the wall due to his rough push. Noah, whose eyes watched the little drama in horror, took a few steps backwards away from his monstrous looking father. “Little boy, get me a glass of water!” Desmond snapped as he fell lazily on the couch and tugged on his tie aggressively. He roughly tossed his luggage aside. Noah shook his head adamantly and fled to his room, ignoring Desmond's order. “Noah!” He fumed, turning his head to see Noah run off. “Desmond! How dare you!” Freya exclaimed suddenly, like she had just regained her consciou
4:30 amFreya grasped Noah's little hand tightly, hauling him along with her.A few steps more and they were gone from the dungeon which Desmond had originally referred to as a home. With her other hand, Freya held a small saddle bag while Noah's favorite clothes could all fit into his little backpack, luckily. She also carried a small handbag along which she hung on her shoulder.Before advancing further, Freya stopped abruptly and turned around to take the final glance at her soon-to-be ex husband's gigantic mansion. The enormous white pearly building stood tall and majestic in the early morning moonlight and stared down at her as if judging her for summoning up courage to finally leave it.“I'll miss this house”, Noah finally spoke up on seeing his mother steadily regard their house for an awkward amount of seconds.Freya let out a dense sigh as she looked down at her tender son. The innocence engraved in his facial expression captured and softened her heart. “Yeah. But we're ne
"I'm Diego. Sorry I didn't introduce myself properly”.Diego offered a handshake, a gesture of courtesy, and Freya, still reeling from her recent misfortune, hesitated briefly before extending her hand, her fingers meeting his in a cautious grasp. “Can I get your name as well, hope you don't mind?”Freya regarded the strange man called Diego with utmost curiosity aiming at getting a clue on what he was all about.His jet-black longish hair and gray eyes, accompanied by his strong jawline, blended excellently well, working hand in hand to give him a majestic and handsome appearance.“Freya”, she replied stiffly, looking away from his steady gaze.Diego, sensing her discomfort and likely shyness, let out a brief, warm chuckle, his vibrations conveying a gentle understanding.Freya scowled at him, wondering what was laugh-inducing in that arena asides her being in a pathetic state.“I know exactly how you feel. Don't worry, your belongings will be tracked down in no time. My friend here
"Imelda”, Freya's soft voice called out and she wrapped her college friend in a warm embrace as soon as she opened the door for them.Noah's eyes wandered, his attention flagging as his mom and her friend shared a warm but overly long hug.“Freya! So good to see you once again. Please come in!” Imelda, Freya's college friend, welcomed her into the house with a warm hand gesture.With an awkward grasp, Freya clutched Noah's hand as they stepped into the house of their new host, their facial expressions etched with uncertainty. They paused in the living room, reluctant to take their seats on the couch, their bodies tense with unease.“Please, have a seat. You're welcome to my house. Freya, who's this little boy?” Imelda asked immediately, her tone laced with curiosity. Freya and Noah sat together on a couch with Noah snuggling tightly into Freya's arms. He clutched the sleeve of her blouse and Freya could tell that his shyness was kicking in."He's my son," Freya replied curtly, her to
Freya hesitated briefly before responding to Diego, surprised by his eagerness to hear her voice again so soon after their first meeting.“Hi”, Freya said awkwardly, taking her seat gently on the bed.“I have news concerning your “bag thief”. She's been taken into custody by the authorities. Your luggage has been retrieved and I'd like you to come get them at the police station.”Freya's heart lifted with relief and gratitude as she met Diego's help with a deep sigh of appreciation, her eyes glittering with a warm smile.“Oh my goodness, thank you so much. I didn't expect this to happen so fast. I'm really grateful, sir”, she said in a high pitched tone that betrayed her happiness.“It's nothing. I just want to know where you are now so that I can come pick you up. Then we could go to the station together. Would that be okay?” Diego's soothing baritone voice pierced through her eardrums.Freya's pause afterwards was a fleeting moment of uncertainty, as if trying to make a major decisi
Diego flung open the car door and held it open for Freya to alight with a gallant gesture, his arm extended in a majestic invitation as a warm, radiant smile spread across his face. “Please ma'am, could you step out like the queen that you are?” He murmured, his deep voice gentle and sincere, and his eyes burning with warmth, as he stretched out a hand of assistance towards her. Freya's initial moody countenance crumbled, her amusement bubbling up as she succumbed to the charm of Diego's unexpected complement. Her lips curved into a sweet smile, revealing her amusement. “Queen?” She laughed cheerfully, as she teased him about his cheesy remark. Diego's face lit up with a pleased smile, his eyes glowing with delight, as he basked in the joy of having forced a smile out of her. With a broad lingering grin spread across her face, Freya slowly placed her hand in Diego's, and he assisted her out of the car with tender care. Afterwards, Diego shut the door behind her with a soft c
"Mom, I'm ready!" Noah exclaimed, his voice bursting with excitement.Freya turned to face her son, beaming with pride. Noah stood before her, looking sharp in his new school uniform, his backpack slung over his shoulders, and an eager grin on his face.“Oh my baby boy, you look so cute in your new uniform!” Freya exclaimed excitedly and pulled his cheeks slightly in a playful manner.Noah giggled in response and hopped a few times to showcase his excitement.“Are you excited to go to your new school?” Freya asked, while packing his snack box for school.“Yes mom. I never liked my old school. The kids there were so mean”, Noah replied with a slight frown.“I'm done. Let's go”, she said and led him out of the kitchen into the living room.They walked towards the door, about to exit, while Imelda watched her favorite series on the TV.“I see you're ready to go. Noah, take care of yourself, okay? I hope you have fun today at school”, Imelda spoke up, her eyes still fixated on the TV scre
With swollen reddish eyes, which Noah constantly enquired about on their way back home and kept getting the same staple reply : “It's nothing” each time he asked, Freya knocked impatiently on Imelda's door, clutching Noah's hand.“Who is it?” Freya heard Imelda's snappy and grumpy enquiry coming from inside.With a deep tired sigh as if to reassign her confidence, she cleared her throat and spoke up in response.“It's me, Imelda. I'm home”, she said in a cracked voice as she had lost her voice due to the intense fit of crying she had engaged in earlier.A few seconds of silence went by before the door flung open, revealing Imelda's somewhat cold stare. Her eyes scanned the duo from head to toe, obviously wondering why they were home so soon and what the most recent challenge could be as it seemed like Freya was accustomed to suffering from one challenge or the other.“What brings you back home so soon? What's the matter?” Imelda asked, her tone laced with curiosity.Freya remained si