My Mother Died At My Wedding Chapter 7

When Freya returned home, a high fever overwhelmed her, refusing to subside.
Jack stumbled in later that evening, reeking of alcohol, only to find Freya unconscious, her cheeks flushed an alarming shade of red. Panic surged through him as he rushed to pick her up and drove her straight to the hospital.
When Freya finally regained consciousness, her heavy eyelids fluttered open with great effort.
Seeing her awake, the nurse who had been adjusting her IV lit up with joy. “Mrs. Sterling, you’re finally awake! You’ve been running a fever for over a day. Mr. Sterling was so worried. He stayed by your side the entire time. He only just stepped out to take a call. Should I go tell him you’re awake? He’ll be so relieved.”
Freya shook her head weakly, her voice hoarse and dry. “No need.”
The nurse didn’t press any further.
After carefully adjusting her IV, she left the room respectfully.
The spacious hospital room fell into silence, so quiet that Freya could hear Jack’s voice faintly drifting in from the hallway.
He was always so composed, only losing his calm in front of her.
But now, his voice carried an unfamiliar tone of lightness. There was excitement and even happiness.
Moments later, the sound of his footsteps faded into the distance. He had left.
Summoning all her strength, Freya climbed out of bed, her movements slow and unsteady. She followed the sound of his voice, step by step, down several floors.
Just as she reached the corridor, she froze.
Jack was walking out of the obstetrics department, his arm supporting Lily.
Both of them were smiling, their joy unmistakable, their lips curling into grins they couldn’t suppress.
The moment Lily spotted Freya, her eyes widened in mock surprise, and she exclaimed, “Mrs. Sterling! What a coincidence. Are you here at the hospital as well?”
At her words, Jack’s head snapped up. His gaze locked with Freya’s across the corridor, and his entire body stiffened.
Caught off guard, he quickly released Lily’s arm, his expression tightening with unease.
“Addie, I—I went downstairs to get your medication and accidentally ran into Lily. She’s pregnant, and I was concerned something might happen, so I just helped her for a moment,” Jack explained hastily, his tone flustered as though terrified she might misunderstand.
Freya’s gaze drifted to Lily’s stomach, her breath catching painfully in her chest.
She closed her eyes for a moment, steadying herself, before speaking evenly. “Miss Lowe… when did you find out you were pregnant? And why isn’t the father of the child here?”
Lily’s face lit up with delight as she rested a hand on her stomach, her smile sickeningly sweet. “I just found out I’m one month pregnant! The baby’s father couldn’t make it today because he’s busy, but he was ecstatic when I told him.
“He’s already bought me a few villas, transferred me two million dollars, and tonight, he’s even planning a citywide fireworks display to celebrate our love and the baby we’re about to have!”
She beamed with pride, practically glowing as she boasted.
However, Freya simply looked at her in silence for a long moment before forcing a faint smile. “Is that so?”
Lily’s smile grew smug as she pressed on. “Yes, Mrs. Sterling. Since you’re free today, why don’t we grab dinner together? I can invite the baby’s father to join us.”
At her words, Jack’s expression darkened immediately. His gaze snapped to Lily, sharp and menacing, instantly silencing her. “That won’t be necessary. Addie doesn’t have time for that.”
Turning back to Freya, Jack pulled her gently into his arms, his voice soft and coaxing. “Addie, you’re still not feeling well. Don’t push yourself by wandering around.”
“She’s just a spokesperson,” he added dismissively, his tone suddenly cold. “Not worth paying attention to.”
Lily’s face turned pale, then red, at his words. Her expression twisted between anger and humiliation as tears welled up in her eyes.
Lowering her head like a wounded animal, she bit her lip and murmured, “You’re right. I was out of line. How could I ever think I’d be worthy of sitting at the same table as Mrs. Sterling?”
With that, she wiped her eyes, turned away in a huff, and stormed off, her figure trembling with barely contained frustration.
Jack’s expression shifted, and for a moment, he looked as though he might rush after Lily. But when his gaze landed on Freya, who stood calmly watching him, he hesitated and ultimately stayed put.
After collecting a pile of prescriptions, Freya was discharged and returned home.
Perhaps still rattled from his outburst at Lily earlier, Jack seemed distracted during the entire ride back. Once they arrived, he made a vague excuse about work and locked himself away in the study.
As soon as Freya stepped into her bedroom, her phone buzzed with a message from Lily.
It was a photo of a prenatal examination report.
What followed was a series of taunting messages:
“Freya, I know you figured it out today. The baby is Jack’s. Don’t deceive yourself into thinking he loves you that much. If he really did, what does my existence mean?”
“Do you even know how obsessed he is with me? Every year, on your birthday and your wedding anniversary, he puts you to bed and comes to me. He’s insatiable. We go through boxes of condoms every time, and the next day, I can’t even get out of bed.”
“We’ve left traces of our love everywhere—his Maybach, his office, even your marital bed. Seventy-two positions, he’s tried them all with me. They say love and intimacy go hand in hand. Has he ever been that passionate with you?”
Reading the messages, Freya took a deep breath, forcing herself to suppress the storm of emotions raging inside her.
She turned off her phone just as Jack wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“What are you looking at, sweetheart?” he murmured, resting his chin on the curve of her neck.
All he saw was the blank, dark screen of her phone.