(Freya's POV).
It's been a week since Devan's accident and I haven't gotten any more terror messages or the flowers that were always sent to my boutique. And I haven't seen him since the last time I went to the hospital.
He sent me many messages, and even called me many times, but I ignored all his messages and calls. I wanted to keep my distance from him. I wanted to be free of him. Live my life without him.
I had promised myself that I would live my new life as Vivian and forget all about my past. Take the place of Vivian who had passed away. Take on her identity and live a good life.
I can't possibly forget what happened four years ago. When I was almost hit by a car and lost my baby. Julian was the one who almost hit me that night, and he took me to the hospital. He pulled me from the darkness and made me his daughter.
Vivian had been in a coma for several years and he was losing hope. Vivian passed away and Julian, our father, decided to adopt me. Gave me all of Vivian's identity. Erasing all the information that existed because I had told him my true situation of why I ran away pregnant.
But my life wasn't easy either because Adrienne, Vivian's sister, didn't agree with Julian's decision to adopt me as his daughter. She rejected me, even her mother. And the only one who was nice to me was Tristan.
That's why I was the first person to feel sad when Julian died and gave almost half of his fortune to me. Which he should have given to Tristan. I felt guilty about that.
I was jolted out of my reverie by the sound of my cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Miss, Adam's not at his school."
"Wh-what do you mean?" I gasped in shock. My heart was beating very fast and my hands were shaking.
"I came to take him home, but his teacher said that a man had already picked him up."
"M-Man?" My voice trembled. I squeezed my hands with great fear.
Was he the man who terrorized me earlier? Had he come back again to bother me?
Panicked, I drove straight to Adam's school. I couldn't think straight while driving my car. I even almost hit someone who was about to cross the street.
"Damn it!" I cursed.
I swallowed my saliva with difficulty. My chest felt tight. I slammed the car door as I got out and ran towards the school gate. There, I saw Adam's teacher still waiting for the other kids to be picked up by their families.
"Excuse me, I'm Adam's mom. I came here to ask... my son, where is he?" I almost cried as I asked her where Adam was.
"Oh, Adam... a man came and picked him up," she told me.
"Why? Why did you let him?!" I yelled out loud. "He's a stranger and why did you let him take my son?!"
"Miss, but they knew each other. And Adam ran to hug him as soon as he arrived."
I was suddenly silent with growing panic.
"T-They knew?"
"Yes."
Did Tristan pick Adam up? But why didn't he tell me? Why didn't he inform me?
"Can you tell me the appearance of the man who picked Adam up?" I asked, trying to remain calm despite my fear.
"He was tall and handsome. But his left hand was injured," she informed me.
"L-Left hand?" I squeezed my clothes with an uneasy feeling.
Now I knew who had taken Adam. I went straight back to my car and grabbed my cell phone to call Devan. But right before I pressed the green button on my phone screen, he had already called me first.
"Are you out of your mind?!" I shouted as soon as I received his call. "How dare you take Adam away without my consent, huh?!"
"Vivian, calm down."
"You think I can calm down after you tried to kidnap my son!? What do you really want from me, Dev?!" I scolded.
I hit the steering wheel of the car with a burst of anger.
"Give Adam back to me or I'll report you to the police for child abduction!" I threatened.
But there was no answer from Devan which made me even more frightened.
"Dev, do you hear me!? Give Adam back to me!" I snapped loudly.
"I can't..."
"Are you crazy?!"
"I mean, I can't drive. Come to my apartment right now to take him home."
I swallowed hard as the phone call ended.
"Fuck!" I hit the steering wheel while swearing loudly and hurriedly drove my car to Devan's apartment.
I had no idea that he wanted to take Adam away with him without my permission. Was he crazy enough to take Adam away?
I was so scared because of the terror that happened to me a while ago that I couldn't sleep well at night. And suddenly I got news that someone had taken Adam away from his school. I was immediately attacked by panic and fear that something bad would happen to Adam.
I'd rather die than see my son hurt.
But... But that jerk dared to take my son away with him and make me have to feel this pain.
I will never forgive him.