All Chapters of Too Late To Love, I want Revenge Now!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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

VictorThe doorbell jolted me out of sleep, echoing through the house like an alarm. I had slept late thinking about Freya and it was just overwhelming. Talking to Stacey had helped a bit, but the relief cleared off once doubts and errors started creeping in. I stayed in bed for a long time, tossing around until I was finally able to force myself to sleep…Hearing the doorbell, I was going to ignore it at first, since I wasn’t expecting anyone, but then, my heart raced, and for a split second, I thought it might be Freya. What if she came over to the house instead? I didn’t even check the time… I just jumped out of bed, threw on a shirt, and hurried downstairs. A million thoughts swirled in my head as I approached the door. Is she here? Did she decide to come with me after all? But why would she come to the house though? We agreed to meet at the airport…But when I opened the door, my heart sank. “Anna?” I let out, my voice laced with surprise and disappointment, which I was sure sh

Victor The hum of the jet engines was steady, a reminder that we were moments away from takeoff. I sat back in my seat, staring out the window as the crew moved around. My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I picked it up and saw Stacey’s name flashing on the screen. “Hey, Stace,” I answered, trying to sound neutral, but my voice betrayed a hint of melancholy. “Victor,” she said, her tone cautious, “are you okay?” She asked while I blinked weakly.“I’m fine,” I replied, though the lump in my throat said otherwise. There was a pause before she asked, “Freya didn’t come, did she?” I exhaled softly. “No… no, she didn’t.” Her silence was louder than words. Finally, she said, “I don’t get it. I talked to her earlier, and she sounded excited about going with you. She even asked what kind of trip it was.” She let out while I frowned, confused but unwilling to let my hopes rise again. “She was probably talking about work or something else, Stacey. It’s okay. I’m not mad

SoniaThe morning started with an unexpected message… one that sent my heart racing with both anxiety and anticipation. "Get ready. You’re leaving for a test." I stared at the officer who delivered the message, my pulse quickening. “What test?” She gave me a blank look, then shrugged. “Don’t know. Orders are orders. You can either get ready now or go in whatever state you’re in when the car arrives. Your choice.” I gritted my teeth as she walked away, my mind already piecing things together. This was it. The paternity test. Jeff was finally going through with it. I let out a slow breath, placing a hand on my stomach. If I don’t play my cards right, this test could be the final nail in my coffin.I can’t let that happen. I needed a plan. And this time, I had to make damn sure I executed it perfectly. I took extra time getting ready, even though my wardrobe options in this hellhole were severely limited. I had nothing good to wear, but thankfully, I have a very pretty face,