My Mother Died At My Wedding Chapter 31

Freya deliberately provided a few people with photos and details of her whereabouts, instructing them to pass the information on to Jack. She sneered as she calculated the timing, boarding a flight to Ashford just ahead of schedule.
On the other side of the ocean, crystal-clear photos and a series of detailed locations were delivered into Jack’s hands.
His hands trembled with excitement. “Freya plans to forgive me, doesn’t she? She’s waiting for me to find her, right?”
Without hesitation, he booked the earliest flight to Florin and headed straight for the airport.
Two planes took off almost simultaneously, but their routes and destinations couldn’t have been more different.
Upon landing in Florin, Jack felt a wave of nervous anticipation wash over him. The closer he got, the more apprehensive he became.
He asked Zack to check his outfit multiple times, ensuring everything was perfect. After gathering his composure, he made his way to the inn where Freya was staying.
The romantic, gentle sea breeze brushed against him, and his heart pounded in his chest. It was almost more nerve-wracking than when he had confessed his feelings for her all those years ago.
Would she forgive him?
Of course, she would.
They had loved each other for so long. Their love wasn’t something that could be abandoned so easily, was it?
Jack clung to this self-deception, deliberately ignoring Freya’s resolute actions. Again and again, he convinced himself that she still loved him and that she was merely waiting for his apology.
As long as he apologized sincerely, everything could go back to the way it was.
They could return to the past.
It had to be possible.
With this unwavering belief, Jack bought a bouquet of sunflowers and arrived at the inn.
The hanging wind chimes swayed gently, producing a crisp, melodic sound that rang pleasantly through the air.
The inn was decorated in a romantic style, resembling something straight out of a dreamlike fantasy. Yet Jack had no mood to appreciate any of it.
If Freya had come here with him, perhaps he would’ve taken the time to admire the ambiance.
Knock, knock.
Jack rapped on the door, his nerves tightly wound. Before the door even opened, he had already rehearsed how he would admit his faults and apologize.
However, time passed, and no one answered.
“Maybe she’s asleep and didn’t hear it,” he murmured to himself.
Determined, he knocked a few more times.
Still, there was no response.