(Freya's POV).
I stared in disbelief at Devan. I felt like my world was collapsing all at once. It was like a big hammer had hit my chest and it hurt so much.
I forced myself to speak even though I didn't know what else to say. "What you said just now was real?" I asked in a trembling voice. "That you married me just to make me miserable?" I said. My voice disappeared in the pain that pierced my chest.
"Yes. I married you because I wanted to make you miserable. Make your life hell," he replied in a cold tone. He didn't care about my sobs at all.
"Why?" I asked in a trembling voice. "What did I do to you?!" I screamed hysterically. I grabbed his shirt and shook his body.
"You are completely innocent, Freya. But you still have to suffer the same pain I've suffered all this time," Devan said.
"What did I do wrong to you?!" I shouted.
"Because you are Freya, that's why you are guilty," Devan said. "A beautiful marriage?" Devan smiled mockingly. "Don't get your hopes up, because I'm going to make your life miserable, Freya. I'll make you feel like you're living in Hell, so you'll ask to leave this world," he continued.
"Why are you so mean? What did I do to you," I sobbed. I hit Devan repeatedly.
"This is just the beginning, Freya. I'm going to show you what Hell is," Devan said. "My hatred will never go away until I see you living a life of destruction," he added.
My hands dropped. He walked away from me, while I could only cry over my misfortune. I never thought that marrying Devan would be the beginning of my misery. I loved him so sincerely, but I was betrayed by him.
By late afternoon, Devan still hadn't come out of his room. I went into the room. He was still fast asleep without wearing any clothes. The smell of alcohol still clung to his body. He hadn't showered since his return this morning.
"Dev," I called out as I shook Devan's arm. He squirmed uncomfortably under his blanket. "Dev, wake up!"
"Noisy!" snapped Devan.
I flinched as I felt my hand being brushed roughly by Devan. But I still tried to wake him up.
"It's already noon. Eat first. You also need a shower," I said.
"Don't mind me. And leave me alone!"
"But, Dev-"
"Don't argue!"
I couldn't say anything after that. My eyes began to burn and my throat felt choked. Devan woke up, he immediately looked at me sharply.
"From now on, don't you ever enter this room without my permission!" he ordered.
"What?" I glared in disbelief. "But this is my room too. If you don't let me in here, where will I sleep?"
"Sleep in another room! I don't want to sleep in the same room with you," she said.
"But we're officially husband and wife. We should both sleep in the same room," I said.
"Are you deaf?!" she exclaimed. "Why would I sleep with a woman I don't love? I won't even consider you as my wife until death!" he continued in a raised voice.
I remained silent for a few seconds. I couldn't stop my tears from falling.
Should I continue to put up with his rudeness while he hated me so much?
"All right," I said softly. Getting up from the bed, I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand. "I've already cooked. It's on the dining table. You'd better eat soon because you haven't eaten anything since this morning," I said, informing her.
"Whether you eat or not is none of your business!" she protested. "Get out of my room right now!" he snapped.
"Fine. I won't bother you anymore," I said, walking out of the room.
"Oh, one more thing," she spoke again.
Just before I opened the door, I turned around and looked at him.
"Don't forget to pack up all your things that are in this room. I don't want any of your things left here," he said in a cold tone.
"Okay. I'll pack up all my things from this room," I said with a sad smile. "It's much better if you tell me to get out of this house," I whispered.
"Don't expect it!" he snorted. "You're already grateful you married a rich man!".
"Why would I marry a rich man if he doesn't love me at all?" I asked in a muffled voice. "I didn't get married to beg for my husband's money!"
"That's good! I wouldn't give a penny of my wealth to you either!" he exclaimed.
I squeezed my tight chest. Tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to compose myself even though it felt like a thunderstorm was raging in my heart. I had no idea that loving him would be this painful.
Despite his hatred for me, I couldn't erase my great love for him.
I finished moving my things from Devan's room to mine. When I packed up my things, he was no longer in the room. I don't know where he went. It was late and he still hadn't returned.
When I tried to call his number, his cell phone was off. I was so worried. I didn't eat dinner because I was waiting for him to come back.
"Miss Freya, eat first," my servant said.
"Later. I'm still waiting for Devan to come home," I said.
"Then I'll go to the back," she said.
"Yes," I replied. "Oh, wait!" I called and she turned back to me.
"Yes?"
"When Devan came out, did he say where he wanted to go?" I asked.
"Uh, I don't know either. I was in the sideyard," she replied.
"Oh, okay then."
I sat on the sofa and waited for him to come home. I heard the sound of a car from the front yard. I immediately rushed to the door.
When I opened the door, I saw him coming home drunk. A beautiful woman emerged from the car and embraced Devan's body intimately.
My heart sank. I squeezed my cold sweaty hands.
"Who is she, darling?" the woman asked in a stern tone.
I gasped in shock when I heard the word 'darling' come out of her mouth. I tried to remain calm as Devan glanced sharply at me.
"Just a servant. Ignore her," he said, making my heart break many times over.