FreyaThree days... that was how long I had to wait before my husband finally agreed that we would go on our honeymoon. It felt like a lifetime because I wanted to get away immediately after the wedding. Victor insisted we wait just so I could catch my breath. You would think I did something besides looking pretty on our wedding day, but my darling husband wouldn’t let us leave unless I’ve had enough rest and fully recovered from the stress. I knew he was right though, but that didn’t stop me from pouting dramatically every time he reminded me.But it turned out well anyway, because I got to use the three days well. We didn’t have a specific plan for the honeymoon and were just going to freestyle it. But in three days, I was able to come up with a fantastic plan. Our honeymoon would be a month and we’d be visiting three countries, Marrakech in Morocco, Maui in Hawaii, and then end it in the land of love, Paris…As we stepped off his jet and the warm, honeyed air of Marrakech wrapped
VictorI don’t think I’ve ever smiled this much in my entire life. Freya’s hand was tucked inside mine as we walked into the reception hall and the whole place echoed with cheers and claps, like they had been holding in their excitement until they saw us again.My eyes didn’t leave her the whole time. She looked like a dream and I couldn’t get enough of her. It wasn’t the first time I was seeing the wedding dress on her, I was there when Nia brought it for the first fitting but it was still unfinished then. Of course, it was stunning then but now, it was magical. My wife was literally glowing in her wedding dress. She waved at a few familiar faces, still holding tightly to my arm, and I watched her soak it all in. She deserves it all and even more.“How are you feeling?” I asked as I leaned down a little, voice low in her ear. She turned to me with a grin that had just the right mix of mischief and emotion. “Like I’ve waited all my life to be right here.”That answer did something t
FreyaIt’s finally my wedding day and I couldn’t stop staring at myself because somehow, against all odds, I am still standing, breathing and alive.And today, I am going to be someone’s wife. Victor’s wife.I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror, my hands resting gently against the fabric that hugged me like a second skin. My dress… God, my wedding dress.Nia had done it. She hadn’t just made me a wedding gown, she made me feel like a woman again. A whole one… not broken, bruised and certainly not someone who had almost died in a pool of her own blood just a few weeks ago. But someone who was still capable of being beautiful, strong and loved.She honestly did a perfect job with the dress. The satin was a rich ivory that glowed under the soft lights. The neckline was soft and romantic off-shoulder, hugging my collarbones delicately. The bodice cinched at just the right place, with intricate beadwork that curved like vines around my ribs. The lower part had layers of tull
FreyaI woke up feeling slightly better than I did yesterday. The dull ache in my side was still there, but it had softened. It was like my body had finally made peace with the pain.The morning light slipped through the half-open blinds, bathing the room in a golden hue that made everything feel softer and calmer. I reached for the blanket, pulling it up a little. I wasn’t cold… I just needed the comfort and warmth… something to hold me since Victor wasn’t beside me. I’m sure he’d be in the kitchen making breakfast for me.Just then, the door opened gently and the nurse stepped in, wearing a small, professional smile. I had even forgotten that I agreed to a nurse coming everyday to check on me, but I trust Victor not to ever forget."Good morning, Miss Freya," the nurse greeted softly, placing her bag down and walking to the side of the bed. "How did you sleep?"I gave her a small nod. "Better than I expected."She smiled again. "That’s good. Let’s take a look at those wounds, shall
FreyaI could see the worry in Victor’s eyes the entire morning. He didn’t say much, but it was there in the way he kept pacing around the room, in the way his jaw clenched every time I so much as shifted in bed.He wanted me to stay at the hospital for a few more days. I knew it. He hadn’t said it yet, but I could feel it as clearly as if he had screamed it from the roof.So I sat up slowly, ignoring the slight pull of pain in my side, and looked at him where he stood by the window.“I want to go home today.” I let out slowly while he turned around instantly, brows furrowed like I’d just told him I was going skydiving.“Babe, no, you can’t do that.” He immediately countered.“I’m serious,” I said, keeping my voice calm, steady. “I want to leave. I don’t want to be here anymore.”“You just came out of a coma two days ago,” he said, moving to the edge of the bed like he thought I might pass out mid-sentence. “Freya, this isn’t something we rush. The doctors…”“Already cleared me for di
FreyaWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was pain. It wasn’t a sharp or loud one, it was just a heavy, sinking ache deep in my chest. And it wasn’t even physical, not exactly. It was more like something inside me had cracked and I didn’t know how to hold itself together anymore.Victor was right there beside me, holding my hand so gently it almost didn’t feel real. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and when I blinked at him, really looked at him, I saw tears streaming silently down his face. He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared at me, like he couldn’t believe I was real.And I couldn’t believe it either. I was alive.I thought I had died. God, I knew I had. I remembered it. I remember that final moment before the darkness swallowed me… the weight of the pain, the blood, the way my limbs wouldn’t respond. I remembered thinking, This is it. And it didn’t even scare me, not in the way I thought it would.I had looked at the door, thinking about my baby. My baby w