(Freya's POV).
I had to ask Devan to have breakfast with us because I was afraid that that person would wait at Devan's apartment and do something bad to him. And I also can't tell this matter to anyone or that person will surely find out and threaten again.
I don't know what to do, so maybe now I'll hide it from everyone including Tristan. I don't want innocent people to get into trouble because of me.
"Mom!"
When we got to the dining room, Adam ran straight to me, hugging me tightly.
"Mom? Where were you last night?"
"I'm sorry you had to sleep at Tristan's last night. I had some urgent business last night, so I couldn't get home fast enough." I gently rubbed his cheek, feeling a little calmer after seeing Adam. He was my only comfort.
He shook his head. "It's okay. But Mom, isn't he the uncle from last time?" I was surprised when he pointed at Devan who was standing next to me.
"Ooh, you still remember me?" I felt Devan crouch down beside me. Smiling widely at Adam.
"Of course, I do. You're the good uncle who helped me find my mother again." He bowed to Devan. "Thank you, Uncle!"
Devan chuckled. "You're welcome, Kiddo." He gently stroked Adam's hair.
"Are you guys friends?"
"Yes, we're friends," he turned to me with a meaningful smile. Making me widen my eyes in surprise, "very close friends."
I just gave him a warning look when I saw that Tristan was already making an annoyed face. He immediately grabbed Adam's body and picked him up.
"Time for breakfast and school, Adam," he said as he sat Adam down in his chair.
"Aah, but I still want to talk to him," Adam protested.
"It's not nice to chat with strangers for long."
"I'm not a stranger," Devan protested.
"Yes, you are," Tristan insisted.
"Everyone, that's enough. Eat soon, and you can leave after breakfast with us," I said as I looked at Devan.
He should have understood after I told him that Tristan didn't like him, but he seemed to be doing it on purpose to make Tristan angry.
I must be crazy for letting Devan have breakfast with us. During the meal, he kept chatting with Adam, and that annoyed Tristan. They even argued so many times that I had to tell them to shut up and focus on eating.
But, for some reason, I felt quite calm watching it happen. But I also felt a tightness in my chest. Because I was envisioning a happy future with Devan if there wasn't the hatred he felt towards me and Theo. Our marriage would have been happy with Adam in our lives.
"Dev, are you coming here again?" I stared in shock at Adam as he asked Devan such a question when he was about to leave.
"Do you like playing with me?" Devan knelt in front of Adam and smiled.
"Yes! It's a lot of fun. Much more fun than playing with Uncle Tristan!" Adam exclaimed. He puffed up his cheeks as he glanced at Tristan in annoyance.
"Hey, Adam. Are you allowed to talk like that? I've been taking care of you all this time," Tristan protested.
"Yes, but you always protest that I can't do this and that," Adam said.
"Adam, don't talk like that to your uncle. He will feel sad," Devan said. He gently stroked Adam's hair. "He does it because he doesn't want anything bad to happen to you. There are things a child can and can't do. And it's their job to keep you safe from unwanted things. Do you understand?"
"Yes! I understand!" He exclaimed with a big smile. "I want to play with you again. When can we meet again?" he marked the end of Devan's sleeve with pursed lips.
"Later. I promise, I'll come to the house often to see you," Devan said. He glanced at me with a meaningful smile. "But you have to make sure that your mom doesn't kick me out."
"Eung? Why would Mommy kick you out? Did you do something wrong to her?" Adam asked innocently. "Mommy always gets angry with me whenever I do something wrong."
"Adam," I protested quickly and pulled Adam into my arms. Telling him to be quiet by covering his mouth.
"Go away. I have to take him to school," I said.
"I'll do it," Tristan replied quickly.
"Why don't I take him to school?" asked Devan.
"Dev, stop overstepping your bounds. I asked you to have breakfast with me because I felt grateful that you did me a favor," I insisted. I gave him a warning look.
"Okay. I'll be going then. See you soon, Vivian." He gave me a small smile. "Thanks for breakfast."
He left and Tristan stood right in front of me. Staring at me intently.
"What's going on? Why are you being soft on him?" he interrogated me.
"I'm not being soft on him, Tristan."
"Yes, you are."
"Adam, can you get in the car first? Mommy wants to talk to your uncle first," I said to Adam.
"Okkie, Mom!" He immediately ran to the car and sat in the passenger seat.
I looked at Tristan. I felt my chest tighten every time I remembered the events of the past that I could never forget for a second.
"Tristan. It was just a favor," I said, "and don't worry, I'll never be in a relationship with him. I'm living my life under Vivian's identity, and I won't use it for my pleasure. I won't disappoint you. So, calm down..."
"Vivian, it's not what you think. I never said you can't have a relationship with any man. I just want you to meet the right man," Tristan said.
"Yes, I understand what you want. Vivian loved her husband very much. Even at the last second, he still loved Vivian even though she was in a coma and was watching over her. So how can I get married while I'm using her identity? It would look like I'm betraying the love between them."