(FREYA'S POV).
It was past dinner time and Devan hadn't come home at all. I didn't know where he went and what he was doing, but I felt worried about him.
He left with an angry face. I hope nothing happened to him.
I bit my lower lip, anxiously waiting for Devan in the living room. When I looked back, to see if Devan had come home, my eyes lit up when I saw him.
I stood up quickly and walked over to him, but I stopped in my tracks when I realized that his face was covered in wounds.
"Dev, what happened to your face?" I looked at him with worry. Trying to touch his face but he stopped right in front of me. But he turned his face away and grabbed my hand. Rejecting my touch.
"It's nothing."
"Your face is hurt," I protested.
"It's just a small cut."
"Dev..." I insisted. I looked at him with a pained look, but he just stared at me expressionlessly. "Did something happen?"
I wanted to ask him if he fought with Jason. But I held back because I didn't want a fight between us even though I knew that he never liked me.
"Dev? Is that you?"
I immediately looked back when I saw Aiden coming down from the second floor. Staring at the two of us. But suddenly Devan had grabbed my hand, pulling me away.
He walked quickly towards the stairs, passing Aiden who was still with a puzzled look on his face.
"Hey, what's wrong with your face!" Aiden shouted. But Devan didn't answer at all and ignored him.
All I could do was apologize to Aiden as I passed by. Letting Devan take me to our room, he slammed the door roughly.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said as if to tell me there was no more talking between us. But I immediately rushed to stand before the bathroom door, blocking him from entering.
"You're hurt. At least tell me where you are and what happened to you, Dev," I pleaded.
He groaned. "You're very good at behaving like a wife," he said.
I gasped. Staring at him with widened eyes.
"I guess I've been too good to you lately that you've forgotten that we're not lovers," he sighed. Dropping one hand on my face. I could feel his cold hand on my warm cheek. "I hate you, Freya..." he whispers.
My heart feels like it's been slashed. I can only stare at him with a stupid expression as I'm once again reminded of how bad our relationship was. He hates me, and I've always felt worried and concerned for him. All his rude behavior would never change the fact that I still loved him.
But, why?
"Why, Dev?" I whispered hoarsely. My voice trailed off, my throat felt constricted and my eyes heated up. I wanted to cry. "Why do you hate me so much? I've been thinking of all the answers, but I never felt like I hurt you. I always loved you. I never betrayed you," I was like a fool explaining but he just looked at me with a cold stare.
"I'm tired." He pulled his hand back from my face, stood up straight, and averted his eyes.
"Give me an answer, Dev. At least tell me the reason why you hate me!" I shouted unacceptably.
"Move aside. I'm going to take a shower."
"Dev!" I snapped. He never answered whenever I asked him this and always changed the subject. "I need to know. I need to know what I did wrong to make you change your attitude towards me like this."
"I've never changed. I didn't..." He swallowed with difficulty. His eyes were closed. And when he opened them, I saw a spark of hurt in his eyes.
I clenched my fists, my tears breaking. "Didn't you ever think about my feelings? Everything you did to me hurt me, Dev. Your bad attitude, your good attitude... If indeed I have wronged you that you can't forgive me for, punish me properly! Hate me properly, Dev. Don't make my heart sway with your ever-changing attitude. I have a heart too, I'm tired of being hurt by the man I love..." I bit my lower lip. My voice trembled. My tears were flowing freely.
But Devan didn't budge at all. He just stared at me silently.
"Is that what you want?" he asked, making me frown in confusion. "Okay. We'll do what you want. From now on, don't expect anything from me, Freya. We're not lovers. Do whatever you want. Including getting close to other men. I won't care."
He pushed my body aside and enters the bathroom with a loud slam of the door. I was speechless. I was too shocked, too confused, and it hurt when I saw him being so indifferent to me. Not caring at all about my feelings or my relationship with her.
I cried silently. Inching beside the bed door with my mouth covered with both hands. Sobbing while trying to cover up the sound of my crying.
It's too painful and I can't bear it. Will there be no more hope for the two of us?
When I woke up the next morning, I didn't see Devan beside me. He had left without waiting for me. When I went downstairs to have breakfast together I saw Aiden looking at me worriedly.
"Fey, did something happen between you and Devan?" he asked bluntly. I was even more worried when I realized my eyes were swollen from crying.
"No."
He let out a long sigh at my fake answer.
"Devan left early this morning. With his suitcase. He left straight from his office and wouldn't come home first to say goodbye to us. He shouldn't have done that to you," he growled in annoyance, and I felt sorry that he saw my fight with Devan. "Even though he's my brother, I don't like seeing him hurt you, Fey. I tried to reprimand him, but he didn't care at all."
"It's okay, Aiden." I forced myself to smile.
Aiden gave me an annoyed look. "Damn. I shouldn't have told Dev that Jason was coming here. I told him because he asked me to. If that's the reason you guys fought, I'm sorry, Fey."
I shook my head. "No, Aiden. You did nothing wrong. From the beginning, I was at fault. This has nothing to do with anyone," I said while looking at him.
But inside I was devastated. He had really started to distance himself from me. He was cold and indifferent to me, not even caring if it was in front of his own family.