Freya's Revenge Mates

Freya’s POV

My name is Freya.

And, I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her.

Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story.

The day I murdered my older sister started like any other day.

I had quickly rushed to the hospital because I was feeling a little sick that morning.

I had never really believed in miracles before, but as I now sat staring at the doctors results in my trembling hands, I realized that maybe miracles did exist.

Because I was finally Pregnant.

After two years of disappointment, shame, pain, failed tests, and tears— I was finally pregnant for my husband Sebastian, the love of my life.

A laugh bubbled up from my throat in disbelief and I pressed a hand to my stomach, as if I could already feel the tiny life growing inside me.

This was it. This was what I had been desperately waiting for, for the past two years.

I needed to tell Sebastian immediately.

I took my phone and quickly dialed his number.

It rang once. Twice. Three times. Then it went to Voicemail.

I swallowed and tried again.

It went straight to voicemail this time, as if he was intentionally avoiding me, but that wasn’t possible because I was his wife. Right?

I stared at the screen and my excitement started to dim. Where was he that he couldn’t answer me?

But as soon as I thought out the question, I immediately realized the answer.

He was in the same place he always was when he wasn’t with me.

He was with Amelia, my older sister.

I bit my lip and pushed back the bitterness threatening to rise in my throat.

I had known for a while that my husband preferred to spend a lot more time with my older sister than he did with me.

They had always been friends, but I still couldn’t shake off the feeling that they were a little too close for comfort.

But anytime I brought it up, Sebastian always had an explanation.

“Freya, stop being so fucking insecure, you know this is only for work.” He would snap at me. “Amelia and I have collaborated on projects long before you and I were together. Amelia and I are just business partners but you are jobless so you waste your time overthinking things.”

I wish I could believe him, but something didn’t feel right so I always argued back. “But Sebastain, you spend more time with her than with me your wife.” I complained and he would sigh.

“Don’t be greedy Freya, I already married you instead of her, didn’t I? Just focus on doing your duty and stop being a fucking burden!” He roared.

I should have expected that response. After all, Sebastian had been in love with my sister first before marrying me.

They had been the golden couple when they were together. They were beautiful, powerful, perfect together. Until I came and ruined everything. And they never let me forget it.

I still couldn't remember how i ended up in sebastain's bed a night before his wedding to my sister, I only remembered blacking out... but that was a story for another time

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I forcefully snapped out of the memory, clenched my jaw before walking out of the hospital.

It’s fine that he hadn’t answered my call. I would just tell him when I got home.

Smiling to myself, I stepped into my car, ran some errands and drove home.

But to my disappointment, the house was still empty when I arrived.

No real surprise there.

I exhaled and headed to the living room. Maybe a distraction would help.

I grabbed the remote and flicked through the channels before stopping at a familiar news broadcast.

“And now, we take you live to tonight’s high-profile charity gala, where billionaire Sebastian Hale has just made a shocking announcement.”

My fingers froze on the remote.

So that’s where Sebastian was?

I sat up as the camera zoomed in on him.

He looked as handsome and as polished as always, with his dark suit, effortless charm and captivating presence.

But it was the woman beside him made my breath catch.

It was my sister Amelia, who was practically pressing her cleavage against him.

I swallowed as I watched them. She was standing too close while clutching his arm possessively.

“Mr. Hale,” the reporter pointed the microphone toward him, “we’ve heard rumors of a special announcement tonight. Is there something you’d like to share with the world?”

Sebastian smiled. The kind of big happy smile he never gave me in all the years of our marriage.

“Yes, actually.” He said before turning to my sister. “I’d like to formally introduce you and the world to my fiancée—Amelia Morgan.”

My whole world tilted.

His Fiancée? My sister Amelia?

I stared at the screen with my breath trapped in my lungs.

No. No, that wasn’t right.

That wasn’t possible. My husband couldn’t possibly be thinking of marrying my sister while he was still married to me!

The reporter beamed with excitement. “Congratulations! This is big news. But there have been some nasty rumors about you sir—some sources claim that you’re already married to another woman. Is that true or false?”

My ears rang as Sebastian gave a deep chuckle.

“I can assure you that I’ve only ever loved and proposed to one woman. And my darling Amelia is the only person I want to spend my life with. I have never ever been married to anyone.”

The remote slipped and crashed to the floor as the world started spinning and the sharp ringing filled my ears.

This couldn’t be happening to me.

Sebastian couldn’t be standing in front of the world and denying our marriage like it had never existed.

Like I had never existed.

He was not only denying me, he was denying our baby.

‘Oh god, our baby!’ I suddenly remembered.

My hands flew to my stomach as nausea clawed at my throat. He didn’t know. He didn’t know I was pregnant and maybe that was why he made the mistake of asking my sister to marry him.

Maybe there was still a chance for us and Maybe I could still change his mind!

A little Hope bloomed in my heart as I waited for him to come home to me.