Chapter 3 Freya's POV

"Will you be my wife, Freya Roberta?" Bryan, my boyfriend, kneels in the middle of the restaurant where we were seated. He had a proud smile on and I turned towards my best friend smiling at me to say YES. Really? I felt the urge to tear up in pain and the amount of betrayal I have felt just in a couple of days now as they kept hiding things away and getting me involved in a messy situation. "Please say yes" I heard him say and I shook my head in disbelief. The whole staff wasn't left out too as I stood up, striding to his side.

I checked the ring he had on to propose to me and it was also the same he used to propose to her. It might not be the one but it was the same. I clenched my jaw, trying to take in the pain and anger that boiled in me but it was inevitable. "There is nothing to think about, Freya. He is your man, the man you have been with for five years. Why do you have to think about eternity with him." I heard my best friend say and I scoffed as tears rolled down my eyes and I held my chest in pain as I felt suffocation in between the scenes. I shook my head, my eyes closed and I tried to take in. Take a breath in. "Thwack" I gave him a resounding slap that I had been taking in for a very long time now, shocking the entire room. "There is absolutely something to think about, Rachelle Lefevre and Bryan Lefevre." I turned over to them and smiled while they had a shock expression on. "The Columns Hotel's Grand ballroom, one of the prestigious hotels in Louisiana. Do you remember now?" I asked and I didn't miss the flabbergasted look Rachelle gave, glamping in hard. "Hotel Grand?" She asked, trying to look surprised in everything I just said. "No, just shut it. Shut it right there. One more word from any of you and I will make you pay." I threatened and she shifted backwards. "Babe," Bryan called, standing up to his feet and coming closer to me but I held up my hand in silence. "Not any closer." I warned and he sighed. "You need to hear me out please. I didn't mean to hurt you, Freya." He said and I scoffed. "But you did. Definitely means I meant nothing to you. I can't believe you stoop so low to even asking me to get married to you, after all of this? How heartless can you be, Bryan." I asked, my voice broken in pain. "I love you, Freya and I didn't want to jeopardize anything between us. Rachelle and I marriage was a facade to a marriage contract. It is all business." He gave out excuses for himself and I snickered. "It's all business? But yet you couldn't consult your fiance first. None of you deem it fit to tell me? Not even someone I called my best friend for years? Oh really? All in the name of not wanting to hurt me. I have never met someone more deadly than you both. Now you propose and want me to say Yes? How selfish can you be." I flared up in utmost disbelief and disappointment. "I regret ever getting to know you both. I am done here." I said and was about to leave but Bryan was fast enough to jerk my hand into his. Holding firmly to it. "No, you won't do that. You won't dare leave me. After all, I am doing this to secure a better future for us. Can't you see?" He yelled out in desperation and I chuckled. "A better future for us? Because you term me as a wretched soul? You think I can't afford good things? You think of me as a lowlife and want to use your cash to buy my right? Do you hear yourself, huh?" I asked, and I held my hand up and I sighed, trying to make everything make sense yet it wasn't. "I never want you heartbroken. I love you, Freya. Can't you see? Can't you see I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He said with a remorseful face and I scoffed. "But I cannot spend the rest of my life with a cheat, liar, and backstabber like you, married to my best friend for your own benefit. No" I shook my head and jerked off my hand from his before making moves again but Rachelle words made me halt to a stop. "Bryan loves you, Freya. I felt so hurt when we made this decision because I know how far you guys have gone but this isn't in our hands to take. He's willing to propose to you, even after our family was against it. What more do you want?" She asked, her voice getting high like I was irritating her. "R...Rachelle...have you ever for once in your life considered me your best friend? Do you ever acknowledge the love I had for you and how I never back down from saying how much I love you and want greater things for you. Now you stand here and tell me this?" I inhaled deeply, rushing out of the restaurant while the tears I was holding onto like a strong woman came flowing freely. I ran and jumped into a soft arm filled with warmth, felt like my mom. "Take it all out. You endured enough." I heard my mom voice say and I held onto her body as I sobbed out in pain. "I am sorry baby." She patted my hair. "Mom, Rachelle too, she did it. I feel pain all around me. I feel my body not replying to my movement. I can't feel my heart anymore. Do something. I feel fire all around. Mom" I cried out, holding tightly to her grip like she would run too. "I am here, baby. I am here for you. Not leaving anytime soon."