My Mother Died At My Wedding Chapter 8

“It’s nothing,” Freya said quietly, her reddened eyes fixed on the view outside the window.
The next moment, the night sky exploded in a riot of fireworks, dazzling and vibrant.
Freya immediately remembered Lily’s words from earlier—how Jack had planned a citywide fireworks display to celebrate her pregnancy.
Noticing Freya’s gaze lingering on the fireworks, Jack’s eyes softened with affection.
“Do you like this? I’ll arrange an even grander display just for you. Better than this one, I promise,” he said, holding her tightly and coaxing her with his gentle tone.
Freya smiled faintly, but her smile was tinged with bitterness and unshed tears.
“Jack,” she said softly, her voice carrying a sharp edge, “I don’t like things that others have already used.”
Whether it was fireworks… or people.
Jack froze for a moment, her words piercing through him. Though she was clearly talking about the fireworks, his chest tightened with an inexplicable sense of panic.
After a brief silence, he pulled her closer. “Then I’ll prepare something else. Something that’s only for you. I’ll make sure you never feel jealous of anyone else.”
Freya said nothing, her gaze distant as she stared out at the horizon. She didn’t reply.
For the next several days, Jack left early and returned late, his behavior wrapped in secrecy.
Even the household staff noticed something unusual and couldn’t help but tease.
“Mrs. Sterling, it seems Mr. Sterling is secretly planning a surprise for you!”
“Yes, he’s so devoted. First, he had a custom piece of jewelry made for you, and now he’s working on something else. One surprise after another. He never runs out of ways to spoil you!”
But Freya remained expressionless, listening to their chatter without a hint of reaction.
That evening, Jack took her hand, his excitement barely concealed as he led her to the door.
“Addie, I’m taking you somewhere. You’ll love it,” he said with a smile.
Freya was about to refuse when her phone buzzed.
It was a message from Lily.
“Freya, why don’t you guess who’s more important to him now? You or me?”
The next moment, Jack’s phone vibrated as well.
Freya glanced over and caught a glimpse of the screen. It was a photo from Lily—a close-up of her legs in black stockings, accompanied by a playful message, “Don’t keep me waiting~”
Jack’s eyes darkened as he stared at the image, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. A few seconds later, he tucked his phone into his pocket and turned to Freya.
“Addie, there’s an issue with a project at work. I need to handle it right away,” he said, his tone unusually hurried. “Let’s save the surprise for next time, okay?”
Freya met his gaze silently, her eyes searching his.
Then she let out a soft laugh, one that sent an inexplicable unease rippling through him.
Without a word, she opened the car door and stepped out.
Jack hesitated for a moment, but after only three seconds, the car roared to life and sped off, leaving her standing there.
Hours later, Freya received a message from Lily. It was a photo of a trash bin filled with ripped-open condom wrappers.
“Freya, you’ve lost again. Can you believe it? I’m still pregnant, and yet he couldn’t wait. How much do you think he loves me?”
Lily’s tone was dripping with triumph. Freya stared at the photos for a moment, but her expression remained calm and unshaken.
She had already decided to leave. None of this could hurt her anymore.
Over the next few days, Jack didn’t come home. Freya didn’t ask or care to know where he was.
However, Lily kept her updates constant.
One day, it was a photo of fruit sliced into perfect cubes. Another day, it was cabinets filled with luxury goods. Then it was a picture of a meal Jack had cooked himself.
Each message was a declaration of how much Jack supposedly loved her.
Freya ignored them all.
Instead, she focused on removing every trace of herself from the house.
If she was going to disappear, she would do so completely.