(Freya's POV).
"What happened to you, Freya? Where are you now?" From the other side of the phone, Eric's voice sounded so worried.
"I'm at home. I got a broken glass in my leg and...." I was unable to finish my sentence. "Eric, can you take me to the hospital?"
"Where's your husband?" he asked.
"H-he's not at home. Please," I sobbed while enduring the pain in my leg. The blood kept coming out despite my efforts to suppress it with a cloth.
"Okay! Wait for me there, Freya! I'll be here soon," he said.
The call ended.
I tried to get up and limped toward the living room.
Not long after, Eric came running up to me. His handsome face was covered with worry.
"Oh, shit! What happened to your leg!" he squealed when he saw my bleeding leg. A servant was busy applying pressure to the wound on my bleeding leg.
"I accidentally stepped on broken glass, Eric," I lied.
"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital. Your leg needs to be treated immediately, Freya," he said.
He quickly picked me up and took me to the hospital. The doctor said the wound wasn't too bad. It only took a few stitches to close the scratches on my leg.
"How's your leg? Does it still hurt?" he asked. He sat on the chair with a worried look on his face.
"Not anymore. Thank you for helping me, Eric. I didn't know who else to ask for help.”
We had been close friends since their middle school days. He worked as a bartender and was always there to help whenever I was in trouble.
"Thank goodness. I was so surprised when you called and said you hurt your leg," he said, "I had to leave my job," he continued.
"Oh, no. Are you going to be okay? What if your boss yells at you?" asked me, worried.
"Take it easy. I have extra hours, so it's okay if I go home whenever," he replied with a faint smile.
"Are you sure?" I asked again in a doubtful tone.
"Yes. Come on, I'll take you home. You need to rest well. Don't forget to change the bandage and don't expose it to water," he reminded me.
After the hospital, he drove me back home. Arriving home, he carried me in front of him like a princess.
"E-Eric, you can put me down. I can walk by myself," I said, afraid that Devan would see me being carried by another man.
But, had she returned considering Devan was so angry when he saw Sonya's hand was injured? He must not have returned home yet.
"No problem. You're not heavy at all. I'll carry you to your room," he said.
"But... Devan?" I let out a surprised squeal when I saw Devan standing at the top of the stairs with a sharp gaze.
He walked down with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Well done, Freya. I just left the house for a while, and you're already playing with another man?" he said in a cold tone.
"I-it's not what you think, Devan," I tried to explain, but he still wore a frighteningly angry face.
"Her leg is injured," Eric spoke up. His eyes narrowed sharply at Devan. "I just helped her and took her to the hospital. Freya said you weren't at home. I wonder what the rush is that makes a husband not care about his injured wife," Eric taunted.
"It's none of your business!" snapped Devan. "Put her down!" he ordered. He stared angrily at me and Eric.
"E-Eric, please put me down," I pleaded.
Eric put me down as requested.
"Thank you for driving me to the hospital, Eric," I said, smiling slightly.
"No problem. Call me whenever you need my help. Ah, don't forget to change the bandage, and don't get any water on it," he continued.
I nodded in understanding. "I'll keep that in mind," I said.
"Then I'll go home first," he said.
"Ahh!" I squealed when suddenly my hand was pulled forcefully by Devan. "Devan, it hurts," I whimpered.
"Are you happy that you've managed to seduce a man with your cheap tricks?!" snapped Devan. He tightened his grip on my wrist. I winced even more in pain.
"What do you mean? What cheap trick!" I screeched, unhappy. "It's the woman you brought home who's playing cheap tricks on you!" I shouted.
"Watch your mouth, Freya!"
"My leg was badly injured, but you didn't care, Dev. You took her to the hospital and left me alone," I said in a muffled voice. "I wouldn't have asked for another man's help if my husband had the slightest concern for his wife," I tried to hold myself together.
"So now you're blaming me?" he gave me a sharp look.
I smiled sadly. "You were never wrong, Dev. I was wrong for loving you. It was stupid of me to trust a man like you with my life so easily," I said. I didn't care if my tears broke in front of him. After all, Devan's heart wouldn't melt just from seeing my cry.
"I never loved you, Freya," he said in a cold tone.
"That's good, Dev. From now on I will try to get rid of my love. Whether you want to go home or sleep with another woman, I won't care anymore," I pushed my hand away from Devan's grip. I looked intently at Devan. "But one thing you need to know, Dev. You have no right to be angry with me when I'm with another man," I continued.
"Angry?" he smiled mockingly. "Why would I get angry seeing you with another man, Freya? Don't be silly!" he exclaimed.
"That's right. Why would you be angry? You don't love me and never considered me a wife," I paused. I swallowed my saliva with difficulty. Smiling, I wiped the traces of tears from my cheeks. "I don't know what I've done wrong to you, but I'm grateful to you, Dev. Thank you for letting me know how you are.”
He gripped my shoulders with bulging eyes. "And you will also know how I will make your life miserable as hell," he said.
"Go ahead, Dev. Hurt me until you're satisfied. This will be my punishment for loving the wrong man like you," I said in a trembling voice.
My tears fell down my cheeks again. "But remember, Dev. There is always karma. Someday I hope you'll be hated by the woman you love so much. I swear you will feel the same pain as I do," I said with a trembling voice.