Freya betrayal

Freya's POV

"Gossip, Gossip. That's what you do here and that is why you can't get any man to marry you off and spend so much money just like this." I heard Madam Rosa cursing behind me and I shook, frightened by her act of dominance.

This wasn't new to me. She would always pick on me like I wasn't human enough. I just literally washed off some used plates and I decided to take some rest with my colleague but then she just had to show up.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." I bowed my head in respect and I heard her scoff.

"Get your head here and go serve the prestigious people out there." She announced, her eyes not leaving my body.

"Try nonsense and trust me, you are a goner." She warned,making me in hard.

" Okay, Madam Rosa."

She was the head of caterer's or what do you call them_Catering coordinator. She just has to make my life miserable ever since I started but trust me, this isn't my line at all.

I have always dreamed of my own event organization. I want to be the main event planner for every wedding going on but 8t is what it is.

I have to go with whatever comes my way to get established in what I love.

I picked up the trays filled with expensive glass cups filled with cocktails.

Madam Rosa gave me a sneer. " You know you have never in your entire life had a taste of this and I will warn you that you take things seriously here." She threatened again and I nodded before rushing out before any other words.

The Columns Hotel's Grand ballroom was one of the prestigious hotels in Louisiana. It is praised for its exquisite decorations. Perhaps I also want to be honored in a place like this.

As I walked into the center of the huge hall, everywhere was suddenly quiet as I could hear little cheers from the crowd to the couple's.

"A passionate Kiss"

My eyes scanned the lavish ballroom, my trained smile faltering as I took in the familiar faces. My gaze locked onto the happy couple at the altar, and my world crumbled.

The wide smile on my face was suddenly covered with a down graded expression.

The trays filled with glass cups fell, sending splashes to whoever was beside me and scattering broken glasses.

I retreated backwards, my legs and hand trembling as tears started to trickle down my eyes.

"Are you dumb?" I heard the angry voices of the guests but do I even care right now?

No. This can't be.

My fiance, Bryan, stood beaming beside my best friend, Rachelle, happily. Their hands entwined, a radiant diamond gleaming on Rachelle's finger.

The same diamond ring that was given to me by Bryan on my engagement day. My eyes searched my hand and I realized he had bought two different rings.

I raised my voice to say something but words were stuck in my throat. They didn't even see me.

I felt like screaming, but only a strangled gasp escaped from my lips. I was suddenly out of breath and I felt heat all around my body. My hands were trembling in fear, hurt and betrayal.

I watched them....I watched them share a tender glance, their lips inches apart as the Minister's words faded into the background.

Not a single word was heard, I saw myself as the berserk woman here. Everyone was happily staring at the couple.

To think, Rachelle could do this to me. How many years? The bound we created before Bryan came into the picture.

It just shouldn't have been her. She shouldn't have done this. Not to me.

Can't believe I fell for the trap when he said we were getting married one month from now.

My vision blurred, tears welling up like a stormy sea. I tried to turn away, but my feet seemed rooted.

I couldn't just take that whole thing in.

How could they?

How long has this been going on?

I stumbled backward, desperate to escape the torment that was before me.

It all didn't make sense. I just wanted to be out of this place. To breathe. To get over this frame that was plastered on my head.

With no thoughts than to heed to my heels, I ran out, my legs hitting hard on the broken bottles and cutting deep into my leg but I didn't care less.

I ran out of the vicinity, going to the kitchen wasn't the best option and yes, I lost the job already. It was quite a yes yes.

Getting to a stop at a corridor, I finally let my guard drop. Hot tears streamed down my face as I clutched my hand tightly to my chest, expressing how hurt I was.

I doubled over, my body wracked with sobs.

"Why?"

That was just the words that seemed to appear on their own. I had so much to say but I couldn't just help myself put it in words.

Why does love hurt so much!

The sound of my phone beeping brought me back out of my thoughts and I checked the caller, surely it was my phone.

I picked up the call, my tears stuck in my throat, not enabling me to say a word.

"Freya, are you okay?" That was all she asked, just that one question and I am ready to pour out.

I had no one to talk to or confide in rather than my mom. Right now.

I stood, my back against the wall, and I wiped my tears with trembling hands.

How could Bryan and Rachelle do this to me? They were my rock, my confidants. For me to have thoughts that our bonds were unbreakable.

"Freya?" My mom called again, her voice now sounding more worrisome.

"Mom?" My voice cracked.

"Freya, sweetie, what's wrong?" My mother's concerned tone came through.

"Bryan... Rachelle...getting married...I saw them..." I stuttered, the words very hard to escape in my lips. Perhaps I just couldn't believe everything yet.

"Freya, dear, please take things easy over there." I heard her comforting words. She pleaded for my heart and soul and ordered for my return home.

I hummed a simple "okay" before I hung up, my heart numb as I felt cold all over.

I knew I couldn't stay. Not now.

Where would I go? What would I do? I had nothing in mind but I wanted to be out of this place so bad and I don't want to go back into that house. Not now. Not now.

Somewhere more comfy would do.

I rolled on the bed and moaned out in satisfaction of the comfy bed but it was interrupted with me landing on a huge back. I opened my eyes widely, my eyes scanning my environment and who was beside me. I stood up almost immediately, suddenly getting alert of whatever might be happening. I stared at the huge perfect body in front of me and a loud scream wanted to escape from my lips but I quickly used my hand to cover my mouth in fear. What happened yesterday? My mind drifted back to the scenario of yesterday and with no doubt, it was obvious I was the one who initiated all of this.

I was drunk and a wreck of emotions. Shit! Rushing into the bathroom and getting dressed into my clothes, I packed my bags as I adjusted my hair without checking the mirror. It would be shameless right now for him to wake up and meet me here then tag me as a slut. What was I even thinking? I shouldn't have done this. Perhaps I should have headed home straight. As I got out of the hotel, I hopped on a cab, notwithstanding the eyes that peered at me like I was some ghost or beast in the day. My hand slowly massaged the business card that was plastered in my hand. Perhaps it's good to have his business card. A loud beep on my phone made me jolt back to the reality that my mom would have been worried sick about me since I called yesterday to inform her of a shocking news. Perhaps it might not have come out as shock to her when it comes to Bryan getting married to another woman but more shocking that my best friend is the woman he's getting married to. All of these didn't just make sense to me. It didn't. I just need someone to talk to and clear out my mind. The cab highlighted and I paid the cab man before getting out and facing the reality that I had to move on without the people I called from my companion. "Freya!" I heard my mom concerned tone as I got into the living room. She rushed into me, giving me a hearty hug. "I have been worried sick since yesternight. I called many times that I can't even count but you didn't pick. I am happy you're here." She blurted out, her eyes holding a lot of emotions that I couldn't fathom. "I....I ..I didn't know you called yesternight." I tried to bring out words but it seems like they weren't making any sense. I sighed and decided to heed to the sitting room but my mother dragged me back with a calm face. "She is here." She said and I gaze up at her in confusion. "Who? Who is here?" I asked, making her give an uncontrollable sigh. "Rachelle is here, Freya, but I want you to take things easy as your favorite cake. Don't rush words, even though it might seem harder than reality." She comforted and o nodded in response before making my way into the room. Even though I gave a reassuring smile that I had things all sorted out, it wasn't even up to my face. I can see the dangerous smirk I had on like I would murder someone very soon. "Freya" I heard my friend scream as I brought out a pretentious smile. "Elle, why are you here so early, you didn't tell me about your arrival." I retorted and she gave me a surprise stare. "No, no, no. Don't tell me you actually forgot." She said unbelievably and I rolled my eyes at her expression, trying to wave out the thought of my best friend being a backstabber. It shouldn't just have come from her at all. "Spill, Rachelle and stop making this a big deal. You forget things and so do I." I replied nonchalantly but she ended up yelling. "But this isn't like a usual thing to forget, you told me to meet you this morning at your house and then we can go shopping for your night date with Bryan. Why are you such a joykill? Hun." She blurted out and I Sighed. To think she even expected me to carry on with this date thing, when she was already married to Bryan, was something I couldn't fathom. How cruel was she? Because this wasn't the Elle I know, one year or two years ago. I stared at her fingers and I realized the ring wasn't on her hand. Of course, why would she bring it here? It was another topic to discuss entirely. "Oh, I just had a lot of things on my mind that I forgot. The new job I took in. They get the best out of me." I explained, a wide smile across my face. "When you get married to Bryan, I am sure he won't want his wife to be a workaholic who works just to earn a living. Let's get you shopping then your date with Bryan is going to be fired." She said with a little giggle and I smirked. At some point, I felt like strangling her to death. I just wanted her dead. But my mom's words kept ringing in my head. "I am not going, Rachelle. I am better off not on a date or dress than to still get cash from you. It is a crazy stunt." She stared at me in awe for a while before rolling her eyes. "Freya, this is what I don't like about the Freya part of you. You get to change plans all day." She rolled her eyes in anger and a smile appeared on my face. Can I really get along with the plan? Their plan? I just wanted to question them, which wasn't possible now. I headed up to my room and cleaned up myself, getting ready for the shopping.

"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."