It felt as though a sharp hook had suddenly lodged in her heart, twisting with cruel force. She clutched her chest, gasping for air as tears streamed down her face in torrents.
She couldn’t help but think back to when they first fell in love. Jack had always treated her gently. Even when the passion between them grew overwhelming, he would hold back, unwilling to touch her.
He’d told her that the first time should be sacred, that it should be saved for their wedding night to make it perfect.
For three years, he courted her. For another three years, they dated. Finally, they made it to their wedding night.
That night, the powerful, composed Jack, a man who ruled the business world, was so nervous he barely seemed like himself. As he removed her clothes, his ears turned crimson.
He cherished her so deeply that every movement was careful and deliberate. When he finally claimed her, he was so overcome with emotion that he cried, whispering in her ear over and over, “Addie, you’re finally mine. I love you. I will always love you.”
In that moment, she felt truly adored and believed that for the rest of her life, no one would love her as intensely as Jack did.
He himself had once vowed that his love was hers alone.
And now, he had broken that vow with his own hands.
The female driver glanced at Freya through the rearview mirror. Seeing the tears streaming down her face, she sighed deeply and silently handed her a tissue.
“Men are all the same,” she muttered bitterly, her voice thick with emotion. “None of them can stay loyal. Even I’m stuck in a marriage because of my child, and I can’t leave, no matter how much I want to.”
The driver paused, swallowing her tears, then continued with a shaky voice. “Miss, don’t be so upset. You’re already married. Just endure it, forgive him this time, and pretend you didn’t see anything.”
Freya gripped the tissue in her hand, her voice hoarse yet resolute.
“No. I won’t forgive him.””Jack Sterling, I will never forgive you,” she whispered to herself.
When she returned home, Freya rifled through drawers and closets, gathering every gift Jack had ever given her. Expensive trinkets and priceless treasures alike, including the legendary “Freya,” were all collected into a single pile.
She grabbed her phone and dialed a number.
“Hello, is this the property management office? I want to sell everything. Donate every penny to a women’s foundation that supports women who want to leave their marriages but can’t, whether because of children or financial struggles.”
In just an hour, everything was packed and shipped off.
Afterward, Freya focused on packing her own belongings.
She was halfway through when Jack suddenly barged in.
Rain clung to him like a second skin; he hadn’t even bothered to grab an umbrella. Soaked and shivering, he stormed into the room, his eyes frantic with desperation.
He didn’t bother changing out of his wet clothes as he rushed to her side, his voice shaking.
“Addie, why did you sell ‘Freya’?”
