My Mother Died At My Wedding Chapter 13

Maybe Freya had known about the affair all along.
The thought hit Jack like a bolt of lightning.
He had convinced himself he was careful enough, that he could balance Freya and Lily without either world colliding. Lily was nothing more than a fleeting distraction, something he would never allow to touch Freya’s world. Or so he thought.
But somehow, Freya had found out.
When did it all start?
How could she be so resolute, so ruthless, as to divorce him and vanish completely from his life?
His vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes, slipping past his defenses.
And then, a memory surfaced—a moment from years ago, when Freya had agreed to marry him.
“I’ll do my best to be a good wife,” she’d said, her voice steady and sincere. “But I’ll never tolerate being lied to. If you ever deceive me, I’ll disappear from your life forever.”
Back then, Jack had been so confident, so certain he would never betray her. He loved her too much and wanted her too deeply. He’d felt as if he could rip his heart out and lay it bare before her to prove his devotion.
But somewhere along the way, things had changed.
The constant nudging from his friends, the monotony of married life, and the unending stream of temptations—each had chipped away at the man he used to be.
Bit by bit, he had lost the earnest heart he once gave her.
He let himself drift with the tide, chasing after fleeting thrills. And when Lily threw herself at him, luring him with her clumsy, obvious seductions, he accepted it.
His friends had egged him on, assuring him that Freya would never find out, and she would remain her usual loving self, completely unaware.
Caught in that false dream of control, Jack foolishly believed he could keep everything perfectly balanced in his hands.
But he had forgotten that Freya was never the kind of woman to tolerate betrayal in silence.
The proof was right there in her parents’ story, a vivid and painful lesson that shaped her resolve.
Her father and mother had once clung to their marriage for the sake of their child, only to end up bitter and resentful. They became not just estranged but enemies, their love eroded by years of conflict and accusations.
Even their affection for Freya had been worn down by their endless entanglements, until they viewed her with nothing but blame and disdain, barely able to stand being in the same room with her.
Freya had grown up witnessing it all, and she was determined never to repeat their mistakes.
Once she discovered Jack’s betrayal, it was impossible for her to forgive, let alone endure it.
She had her pride, and when her heart was shattered, there was no piecing it back together.
Rather than becoming like her parents, two bitter souls trapped in a toxic marriage, it was better to part ways early, no matter how painful.
Freya knew Jack too well.
She understood with absolute clarity that if he discovered she planned to divorce him and leave, he would never let her go. He would use every method, every ounce of power, to keep her by his side.
That was why she left everything behind—the country, her past, her identity—and vanished completely from his world.
Realizing this, Jack couldn’t suppress the bitter, burning anguish in his chest.
“No, Addie. No! I won’t let you go. I can’t let you go!”