CHAPTER 0008

CELINE’s POV

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THE NEXT DAY, the driver assigned by Lance took me to the place where Freya and I would meet. I didn’t even tell anyone about this, especially Astrid, because she might do something else again. 

“Please wait for me here or you can go around the mall first.” I told the driver, then I handed him one thousand dollars to spend while waiting for me.

“Thank you, ma’am. But I will not accept the money. I will just wait for you here in the basement parking lot.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I nodded. “Okay, if that’s what you want.” I then said to leave the driver alone. I can’t force him anymore and it might take a long time.

Entering the mall as I expected, I could still enter after the chaos that happened yesterday. Freya was the one who decided where we would meet and she chose the same mall and the same restaurant yesterday where I first saw her with Lance.

When I entered the restaurant, the same thing happened. I had no problem getting into the restaurant. Upon my arrival at the VIP floor of the restaurant, I noticed Freya sitting in the same spot where she and Lance were seated yesterday. 

I noticed there were a few people, especially man glancing at Freya, but Freya didn’t seem to care at all about her surroundings.

When I came in front of Freya, the corner of her lips slightly. raised as she looked at me from head to toe. “I thought I had the wrong idea yesterday about how you dress.”

I’m wearing a color white knot collar chiffon blouse, black color maxi skirts and rubber shoes.

“If I lacked the information that the clothes you were wearing were luxury brands, I would have wrongly assumed they were from a cheap store.”

I just straightened my lips, then sat down and ignored what Freya said about my clothes.

“Also, what do you want? Why do you want to meet me? And you’re not with your friends?”

“No. I came here alone.”

She flips her blond hair, then crosses her legs. “What do you need?” Freya asked again.

“Freya, I’m pregnant. Lance and I will be becoming parents.”

She scoffed before speaking. “So? What do you want? Why did you inform me you are pregnant? Do you want me to congratulate you? Do you want to make me the godmother of your child?”

“No. None of those. If you have a relationship with Lance, I am begging you to stop it for the sake of Lance and I’s future child.”

Freya stared at me for a second and then she laughed loudly, just loud enough that only the two of us could hear her laugh.

“Is that the information Lance shared with you about our relationship?””

“Lance and I haven’t talked yet.”

“Look, Lance’s cheap wife. I’m running out of patience with you. Say everything you want to say because I still have something important to go to.”

“I’m sorry...”

She rolled her eyes again while impatiently waiting for what I would say next.

“I saw how happy Lance was yesterday when you were with him. I believe he loves you. I want to beg you to stay away from Lance. I desire for Lance and I to establish a strong and fulfilling marriage, because of my love for him and also for the sake of our child.

“Well, what can you do to save your marriage with Lance?” she asked with a grin.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re stupid, aren’t you? I will tell you more clearly. Can you kneel in front of me now to save your marriage with Lance and kiss my feet just to save your marriage with Lance?”

Kneel to her and kiss her feet. Here, in the place where so many people?

“What, can you or not?” Freya asked impatiently.

If I don’t do what she wants, I could lose everything. Lance and Lance and I’s marriage that I cherish.

I stood up from my seat and went in front of Freya.

I close my eyes first and take a deep breath. I had a sensation of being suffocated, but I am willing to do whatever it takes for Lance and I’s marriage.

After opening my eyes, I slowly knelt down, and as I knelt down, I felt the edge of tears in my eyes. I also sensed the presence of many pairs of eyes observing us, which I disregarded.

I looked at Freya’s feet until I noticed my face approaching it and my mouth touching the bridge of her feet.

“What the hell? What are you doing!?”

I looked up at Freya full of wonder.

“You’re embarrassing me. My gosh!”

“But you said...”

“What did I say?” Freya asked, laughing. “I just ask you what you can do.” Freya said, shaking her head then standing up. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell Lance what stupid thing you can do just to save your worthless marriage.” She said then left in front of me. “I still need to disinfect my foot.”

I felt humiliated and ashamed of myself. I feel like I lost my dignity and pride in front of many people.

I quickly stood up, took my bag and left the restaurant.