(Devan's POV)
I groaned in pain as I opened my eyes and realized that I wasn't in my room. I touch my throbbing head as I sit up in bed and look around me.
I remember that last night I was chatting with Harry about Freya and I was so drunk that I didn't know what was going on anymore. But looking at the picture frame of Freya on the bedside table, I know that this is Freya's room.
"Did she pick me up last night?" I ask myself. Either I had contacted Freya or Harry had done it.
Damn it.
I don't remember what happened at all. I was afraid that I'd done something wrong to Freya while I was drunk. I didn't want her to hate me even more with my possibly bad behavior while I was drunk.
"Has she gone to work yet? What time is it," I mumbled and got out of bed. I checked my phone and it was ten in the morning.
I just woke up and it's almost noon. Freya isn't in her room either and I wake up shirtless. I hope I didn't do anything to Freya.
I can't hide my happy smile as I look at the few picture frames of Freya and Adam. They look so happy and fine and I'm grateful for that. But there's no picture of me there which makes me regret and disappointed. I wanted to be in their lives too. Whether Adam is my son or not, I need to make sure first. But if Adam is Freya's son with another man, I'll also accept him and love him like my own son.
I walk out of the room and I see Freya has just come in. I rush over to her and she looks at me.
"Freya..."
"You were drunk last night. So I brought you here. If you feel okay, then you can leave here," she spoke as she turned her face away and went into the kitchen.
"I apologize for last night. I'm sure you had a hard time bringing me here in my drunken state. I'm sorry to have troubled you," I said as I walked over to her.
"It's okay. I can't leave you at the bar alone drunk anyway."
I felt that Freya was avoiding me. Had I done something bad to her? Did I force her to have sex while I was drunk? Shit. I really don't remember anything.
"Freya, did I do something to you last night?" I ask. I pull her hand away and am surprised to see kiss marks on her neck. "Damn it. I apologize if I've..."
Freya hurriedly dismissed my hand and covered the kiss marks on her neck. "Just forget what happened last night. Let's pretend nothing happened between us."
"I really don't remember anything. Freya, if I did something bad to you, I apologize. I was drunk and I...." I swallowed my saliva with difficulty. I didn't know what to say when I saw her angry face right now.
I seem to have upset her so much that she won't even look at my face. I shouldn't have drunk so much, but I couldn't control myself because I was too stressed with everything that had happened.
"I will take responsibility."
"What?" She finally looked at me. "Dev, what are you talking about? Nothing has happened between us. And you don't have to take responsibility for anything."
"But that mark and...."
"Oh, my gosh. What were you thinking?" She pushed me away. "I took off your clothes because they were dirty. And this ... this is just a mistake. Nothing more happened than this." She lowered her face, but I could clearly see the blush on her face.
"Damn. I'd have been so worried if I'd pushed you around last night and been rude to you. I thought I'd made a mistake for you to be this cold to me. You looked angry earlier, Freya," I confessed to her.
I sat down on the chair at the dining table feeling relieved, but also a little ashamed that I had thought something untoward between us.
"I'm not angry with you, Dev," she spoke in a low voice, still not looking at me.
"Does that mean you have forgiven me?" I asked as I took her hand gently. I looked at her intently.
"I have forgiven you. But as I said before, I can't go back to you."
"Why?" I felt hurt by her words. I thought we could get back easily, but it seemed like I had to try harder.
"There's no reason, Dev."
"Do you not love me anymore? But I can feel that you still love me, Freya. Even when you became Vivian ... I knew you loved me too."
"Dev, don't talk nonsense. You should leave immediately. I have a lot of work to do and I hope you don't have any more trouble. This is the last time I'll help you," she said as she walked away.
I immediately pulled her hand and looked at her intently. "Is there no second chance? I know it's hard to forgive me, but I'll try to change into what you want. I want us back together, Freya. I want to take care of you both. Even if Adam isn't my biological son, I'll still love him. I love you both. Please don't do this to me," I begged. I unconsciously squeezed her wrist tightly and she groaned in pain.
"Dev, let go," she protested, "you're hurting me."
"I'm sorry." My eyes dimmed and I quickly let go of her hand.
"Go away. I don't want to argue with you anymore. And I hope you won't come again to bother me. Otherwise, I'll really call the police," she stated before she walked away from me.
I just stared at her back with sadness. It seems like this is indeed the retribution I've received for wasting her love in the past. But I will never give up until I get Freya again. Even if I have to throw away everything in my life. As long as I can bring Freya back into my arms, I'll do it. Whatever it takes...