(Freya's POV).
I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't accept this fact so easily when Tristan confessed his feelings that he had been suppressing for four years. I never thought that Tristan would have feelings of love more than brother and sister.
I thought his kindness was pure family affection, but I was wrong...
I seem to have put a lot of curses on his family. What should I do now?
I feel so guilty for living under Vivian's identity. Getting more of the inheritance that Adrienne and Tristan should have gotten. Adrienne hates me, and I don't want her to hate me even more if she finds out that Tristan likes me.
Everything would fall apart and I didn't want it to be because of me. I didn't want to ruin anyone else's life, but I always seemed to do it unconsciously.
"What do I do now?" I bit my lower lip nervously. I could only sit and stare at Adam who was fast asleep because he was my medicine when I was in trouble like this.
But, Tristan promised to bury his feelings if I didn't see Devan again. And all I need to do is avoid him.
Yes, I have no intention of getting back together with him anyway. I should just live my life as before as Vivian, without Devan in my life.
This is better. Good for me and good for everyone.
That night, I couldn't sleep peacefully. Devan kept calling me and I didn't dare take his calls.
A week passed and I continued to avoid him. I tried my hardest to make sure Devan and I didn't meet. When he came to the boutique, I told Lawrence to tell him that I was busy. Even told Silvanna not to let Devan see Adam.
I did what I could. It was exhausting, but I had to do it. However, because of this problem, I often had nightmares and no appetite. I'm afraid the bad events of the past will happen again and I don't want anyone to get hurt, especially not because of me.
"Miss, are you alright?" asked Lawrence while looking at me with concern as I continued to massage my temples.
Ever since last night, I felt my head was spinning. I thought it would go away when I went to sleep and woke up in the morning, but I was wrong. I had taken some headache medicine but the pain in my head was still not gone.
"Just a little dizzy," I replied.
"Should I get some medicine for you?" she asked.
"I took my medicine this morning. Thank you, Lawrence."
"Then you'd better rest in the office. I'll go to the fabric warehouse with the other staff."
"Yes. If anyone wants to see me, just tell them I'm not feeling well and don't disturb me," I requested.
"Okay."
Lawrence walked out of my room and I got up from my chair and moved to the sofa. I lay down and tried to close my eyes. Maybe after I sleep for a while, the dizziness in my head will go away.
I don't know how long I slept, but I woke up when I faintly heard a knock at the door. I blinked my eyes and felt my head spinning.
The dizziness came back to me as I sat up and stared at the door. I saw Devan suddenly walk into my room with an angry face.
I tried to stand up straight as I endured the dizziness in my head.
"Why are you avoiding me so much?" He approached me angrily. Gripping both my shoulders very firmly.
I groaned as I felt the pain in my head. I couldn't stand the feeling of everything swirling around me.
"What's wrong? What happened?" His grip moved to my arm and tightened even more. "Vivian?"
"My head is ... dizzy...." I whispered while clutching his jacket. I couldn't hold on anymore and I faltered, but Devan quickly hugged my body.
"Oh, Shit!" The last thing I heard was him swearing before everything turned dark.
When I woke up, I was already in the hospital. And Devan was sitting next to me while holding my hand. Although the pain in my head had decreased quite a bit, I still felt like everything was spinning around me. I swallowed my saliva with difficulty. Blinking. Closed my eyes several times and opened them again. Hoping the swirling dizziness would go away.
"Are you awake?" he asked. He immediately stood up and leaned towards me with a worried look on his face while one hand was still holding my hand. I guess he had removed the bandage on his hand seeing that he could already touch my hand with his palm that felt so warm.
"Dev...."
"Yes, it's me. Fuck," he swore, "you have no idea how worried I was when you suddenly fainted!"
I blinked, staring at him. I didn't have the energy to speak or move my arms. All I felt was dizzy and I felt so sleepy.
"Stay in bed. I'll call a doctor to check on your condition," he said.
As he turned around and walked away, for some reason, I didn't want to let go of his hand. I kept holding it tightly until he turned around and looked at me again.
"What's wrong?" he asked. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead softly as I closed my eyes. But I shook my head in response. I didn't know what I wanted from him, I just didn't feel like being away from him.