Freya After Victor left for work, I just pushed aside the tray and crashed back into the bed. I had little to no sleep at all throughout the night. I kept tossing from side to side, trying to get everything out of my head. I did that for a long time before I could eventually get some sleep, and it hadn’t even been an hour before I heard Victor’s knock. I think it did me some good, talking to him and getting some food in me. I don’t think I will be able to get myself to eat throughout today. “Argggggh… f*ck you, Dennis!!” I screamed angrily while I ran my hands through my hair. I thought exposing him for who he is was all to it, but it seemed that even made it worse for me. I can’t believe he’s out of my life and still wreaking havoc…I picked up my phone just in time to get a text message from Victor.“I know what you’re about to do. Don’t do it. Stop checking, I have it all under control already.” I smiled as I read the words out, but I didn’t listen. I went ahead to check and,
Freya“I’m really not mad at you… I’m mad at the fact that I got to know about it online, and not directly from my daughter. I mean, you should never have put up with such disrespect… and trust me, that bastard is going to get what he deserves. I will make sure of it!” My dad let out as we walked out of the room. “No daddy, you really don’t have to do anything. I’ve got it all under control.” I quickly let out while he turned at me and scoffed.“That’s not going to happen. No one maltreats my daughter that way and gets away with it. I’m going to deal with him.” He said fiercely,“Trust me, dad. I need to do this myself. I have my plan and my friend is helping me out too.” I pressed.“And who is this new friend of yours that I don’t know about?” He quizzed.“Who said anything about new? We go way back, and he’s been really helpful since the whole thing started.” I explained, and it wasn’t until I saw the smirk on his face that I realized he had misunderstood me.“So he’s a ‘he’. That’
FreyaThe drive home was silent, but not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of silence that pressed on my chest, making it harder to breathe. I stared out the window, watching the city blur past, but nothing stuck in my mind. It was as if my thoughts had shut off completely, leaving only this hollow, aching void inside me. I was completely blank.My dad didn’t push me to talk. He was always good at knowing when I needed space. After all that drama, he knew I knew my time alone to process things. He just drove, his hands steady on the wheel, his presence calm and grounding. For that, I was grateful. Halfway home, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, frowning slightly before answering. “Yes?” he said curtly. I couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, but his expression shifted to one of realization, and then frustration. He rubbed a hand down his face. “I totally forgot. I have some things going on at the moment, it completely slipped my mind… No, I’ll handle it.” H
FreyaI woke up in my mom’s bed, more relieved than ever. I sat up and stayed in bed for some minutes. I had woken up briefly in the middle of the night, thought about everything again and determined not to let it get to me. I knew what I was getting into right from time so it shouldn’t be so much bother that things were going this way. People will always talk, and maybe it’s just my turn to get talked about. I’m just going to keep my head high while I get my ‘win’ and staying at home and wallowing wasn’t an option. I’d just drown in my own thoughts if I didn’t keep myself busy. I stood up, grabbed the family photo, and made my way back to my room. I sat the photo by my bedside and went into the bathroom to freshen up. In no time, I was done and all dressed in a sharp navy suit, I grabbed my bag and made my way downstairs. To my surprise, my dad was already seated at the dining table, scrolling through his tablet while sipping coffee. The slight furrow in his brows gave away his
FreyaMy morning went by in a rush. I would be meeting with Sonia today, and I didn’t want that to affect my work, so I made sure to attend to everything on my morning schedule. The moment I sat in my chair, I was buried in work and didn’t even realize time had gone by so quickly until my phone rang. Once I saw Victor’s face lit up my screen, I knew it was noon already. I had told him to just call me when he gets here and not bother coming up into the office.“I’m outside,” he said simply. “Be right down,” I replied, “I just need to wrap up the final touches on this email… and I’m done! I’ll be with you in a second.” I let out and then hung up.I quickly grabbed my bag and smoothed my outfit while I made my way out of the office. My heart thudded as I hurried to the elevator, desperate not to keep him waiting another second.When I stepped outside, Victor was waiting near his car, leaning against the passenger side door. His calm demeanor always had a way of grounding me, even when
Freya As I raced out of the building, I felt a rush of emotions. Her words kept pairing back, and I couldn’t take it anymore. The betrayal, the lies, the sheer audacity… it was all too much. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t pull in enough air, and the dizziness hit me out of nowhere as I kept stumbling on.The world around me spun, and my legs started getting heavy till they couldn’t carry my weight anymore. I knew I was going to fall. My head was so light and my eyes were blank. I was going to pass out and soon enough, my legs eventually gave way. I braced for the hard impact of the pavement, but it never came. Strong arms caught me just in time. “Freya!” Victor’s voice was sharp with concern, and he quickly guided me to lean against his chest. “Breathe, Freya. Just breathe.” “I… I can’t,” I choked out, struggling to draw in air. “Yes, you can,” he said firmly, his hand gently rubbing my back. “Focus on me. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Slowly.” He let out
VictorI couldn’t take my eyes off Freya as she sat across from me. She looked even more beautiful than she had ever been. It’s evening already and her light makeup was still sitting perfectly on her pretty face, further enhanced by the restaurant’s warm lights. There was something about the way she carried herself, the way she’d put Sonia in her place earlier… it was magical. I’d always known she was special, but today, I’d seen a new side of her. Strong, unyielding, commanding. I was in awe. The bill arrived, and I handled it quickly, eager to step out into the fresh air. When we got outside, Freya paused, looking around at the softly lit scenery surrounding the restaurant. “I don’t feel like going home yet,” she said quietly, her gaze distant but calm. My heart skipped. I was so happy. I didn’t want the evening to end either. “The restaurant has a beautiful garden and some scenic spots,” I offered. “Why don’t we take a look around?” She smiled, a soft, grateful curve of her
Freya The ride home was painfully quiet. I hated awkward silences, and this one stretched between Victor and me like a heavy fog. That was why, after our little talk, I wanted to take a ride home, but he wouldn’t let me. I knew it would be awkward being in the same car, but he insisted on taking me home. In his words - after all, I brought you out here. It’s courtesy that I take you home. Besides, I need to be sure you’re home and safe. I wouldn’t be able to rest if I don’t drop you off myself…I stared out the window, trying to focus on the passing streetlights, but all I could think about was his confession earlier. I felt… conflicted. Victor, as always, was polite and composed, his hands steady on the wheel, his jaw set in a way that made him unreadable. When we pulled up in front of the house, I hesitated before unbuckling my seatbelt. “Freya,” he said softly, finally finding his voice and breaking the silence. I turned to him, clutching my bag tighter. “Yes?” I let out so
Victor I must’ve paced the same the hospital corridor at least a hundred times, maybe more. My feet had gone numb, my throat was dry from whispering every kind of silent prayer I could think of, and my mind… God, my mind was a mess. All I could see was her falling, all I could hear was the dull, lifeless thud of her body hitting the ground, and all I could feel was this suffocating panic sitting heavy on my chest.Just then, the double doors finally creaked open and I turned so fast my neck cracked. It was the doctor with his white coat and a calm face.I don’t even remember moving. I was just suddenly in front of him, my hands grabbing his in a desperate, reflexive gesture. “Is she okay?” My voice cracked. I didn’t even care how I looked. I would’ve begged on my knees if I had to. “Please tell me she’s okay. Please.”He blinked, a little startled by how tightly I was gripping his arms. “She’s fine, Mr. Victor. She’s perfectly fine now.”I swear the air came back into my lungs in a r
SoniaI stood there, completely still, even as the air around us felt like it was vibrating with tension. Marshall's voice echoed in my head long after he’d stopped talking, like someone had stamped his words into my skull with a branding iron.‘A video... a judge that doesn't tolerate abuse... no way out.’And Dennis? God, he looked like a damn ghost. He was pale, shaken and for once, speechless.I watched him, watched the slow crumbling of his ego, his plans, his fake sense of control. And that’s when it hit me.He’s finished. Like… really finished.It was written all over his face. I didn’t need a judge or a lawyer to confirm it. I’d seen that look before, on men who lost everything and had no idea how to claw their way back. That mix of disbelief and slow, dawning horror that they’d gambled with too much and lost it all.And just like that, everything in me snapped to attention.Because I might’ve been a lot of things, but I wasn’t stupid. And I sure as hell wasn’t going down with
DennisI stood there, frozen, the sounds around me swallowed up in this buzzing roar in my ears. I couldn’t even blink. My eyes were locked on the spot where she had fallen just moments ago.Victor had carried her away like she weighed nothing, like she meant everything.I hadn’t moved. Not when she collapsed. Not even when Victor gave me that look… the kind you only give someone you want to bury with your bare hands.I’d seen men like him lose control before. And for a second, I thought he would.I actually braced for it, his fist, his rage but it never came. He didn’t throw a punch. He didn’t say a word.He just held her like the world could fall apart and she was the only thing he wanted to save.And I was still standing there like some idiot villain in an expensive courtroom drama. The cameras were still rolling, people were whispering, and phones were up. I could feel their judgment crawling on my skin like ants.“She fell… I didn’t even touch her,” I mumbled, to no one in partic
VictorI didn’t realize Dennis was coming after us until I suddenly heard someone calling Freya’s name. I looked back and there he was, looking scared and desperate as he begged her to stop and hear him out. I knew Freya would never do such and I didn’t give the room either. I held onto her tightly as I continued leading the way out.All of a sudden, I looked again and saw him trying to hold her. I shoved him aside but he held Freya instead. She also tried pushing him away but then lost her balance and the next I heard was a loud bang on the floor. Freya had slumped and immediately passed out. For a second, I was blank, I was completely confused, I didn’t understand what was going on at all. One second, I was holding her hand and the next, she was lying there on the floor.“Freya!!” I heard the bastard call out her name and that jerked me back to reality.He caused all this, and he still had the guts to call her name. My hand rolled up a tight fist and I was going to land it on his
DennisI just couldn’t hide my excitement as I saw the defeated look on Freya’s face. Of course, I didn’t like how everyone was now judging her but atleast, how she knows it’s better to be by my side. If she had just gotten on the winning side, she wouldn’t be in that box right now, wishing to magically disappear.I was still deep in my thoughts, when Freya’s lawyer stood up with a smug-ass confidence, that made me angry. He had an infuriating calm that only a man with an ace in his pocket could afford. I should’ve known right there that something was about to happen but I didn’t.I was too busy basking in my moment, too sure of my win, too caught up in watching Freya squirm in that seat while Marshall dragged her through the dirt. She was finally cornered. Finally exposed. “Your Honor, in response to the accusation of adultery, the defense would like to submit this document as evidence.”The bailiff walked it over. A plain white envelope.Nothing fancy.But my gut twisted the moment
DennisI sat in the cold corner of the courtroom waiting area, barely breathing as I stared at the screen in front of me. The earlier scene replayed over and over in my head. It was so silly. Victor and Freya walking hand-in-hand like some damn royal couple. The smugness on his face. The confidence in her step. The glittering little smirk she wore like a crown. God, it made my blood boil.And then that announcement. He said he was marrying her. In front of the whole damn media.My hand clenched into a fist, nails biting into my palm. That was supposed to be me. I was the one who knew her first. I was the one who’d held her, who listened to her late-night rambles, who knew what she looked like when she cried herself to sleep. He was just a shiny, upgraded rebound. A temporary distraction. A damn fantasy.And now she was letting him parade her like some prized trophy? And to think, she still went back to him after everything that happened at her house. How desperate can she get? That fo
FreyaI had never known a silence this loud.Sitting in the backseat of Victor’s black Escalade, with tinted windows shielding us from the chaos outside, I could hear the faint sound of reporters buzzing around like bees drawn to scandal’s honey. Cameras flashing. Voices yelling our names. My name.My fingers clutched the silk hem of my dress. My heart wasn’t just pounding, it was racing, like it was trying to outrun the moment. I kept my eyes on the door handle. I couldn’t bring myself to reach for it.Victor sat beside me, calm as ever, dressed in that navy suit that always made him look like he ruled the damn world. And maybe he did. He had this way of exuding power without saying a word. But today, he wasn’t looking ahead. He was looking at me.“You’re shaking,” he said softly, reaching out to gently take my hand.“I’m not,” I whispered, even though I clearly was.His thumb brushed over my knuckles, and the warmth from his touch seeped into my skin, grounding me. “You don’t have t
Victor The moment Mia left and the front door clicked shut behind her, I didn’t wait.I turned to Freya and pulled her into my arms.God, she smelled like sweetness. She fit so perfectly against me. Her body warm, her breath still a little uneven from the storm we just weathered. But her eyes… her eyes were calm. Confident. That fire I’d always known was in her had finally erupted, and I couldn’t stop looking at her like she was the fiercest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.“I’m so damn proud of you,” I said, burying my face into the curve of her neck. “You didn’t even flinch.”She leaned back just a little, her hands resting against my chest, smiling in that soft, stunned way like she still didn’t quite believe what just happened.“You saw the way she cracked,” I added, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “You outplayed her. You outplayed everyone.”Her cheeks turned the faintest pink, and she looked down, like she was trying not to smile too much. But she couldn’t hide it.
Victor“Good afternoon Mr. Whitmore.” Mia let out with a broad smile.“Yes, good afternoon…” “Mia… it’s Mia.” She let out while I smiled too, and then pointed her to the sofa adjacent to me.“Please have your seat.” I chimed in but she didn’t sit where I pointed. She came over and sat next to me. I didn’t say anything and just smiled.“So I was told you came around, asking for me. What’s so important?” I finally said, breaking the silence.Instead of answering, Mia stood up slowly. Her stilettos clicked against the hardwood floor as she walked toward me. Something about her stride made my skin twitch. It was confident… too confident. Almost rehearsed.I leaned back slightly in my seat, still watching her, my mind alert. But not alert enough.She stepped close, too close and placed her hands on my shoulders, applying the gentlest pressure until I leaned back more fully into the couch.“Mia…” I warned lightly, a single brow rising. But she didn’t stop.She straddled me without permissi