All Chapters of Too Late To Love, I want Revenge Now!: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

FreyaWe are finally back, and I should’ve been exhausted, but something about being home, about being here with him made everything feel light.Victor had his hand on the small of my back as we made our way to the house, our suitcases trailing behind us. I leaned into him slightly, not even realizing how naturally I did that now. Iceland might’ve been magic, but this felt like life beginning again.“You slept through like ninety percent of that flight,” he teased, his voice low and playful.I tilted my head and smirked up at him. “That’s because I was with someone I trust. A man who’s literally never let me down.”“Oh?” he raised a brow. “Your man?”I nudged him gently with my elbow. “My man.”He laughed and leaned down, kissing the top of my head. “I like the sound of that.”I didn’t say it, but I did too. More than I could ever really explain.When he opened the door and we stepped into the house, it was like walking into a breath of fresh air. Stacey had clearly gone above and bey

Victor“Babies, you mean?” I just stood there, frozen, trying to make sense of what I’d heard. Stacey blinked beside me, her mouth slightly open. We both glanced at each other like we were silently confirming that we hadn’t misheard.“Wait,” I said, finally finding my voice, though it came out barely above a whisper. “Did you just say... babies?”The doctor nodded, calmly, too calmly for what he was delivering. “Yes. Twins.”Twins. Jesus Christ. She is carrying twins.I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My heart was already struggling to keep up with everything happening around me. From the time I got Stacey’s call till now, I hadn’t been okay and now this? Stacey stepped forward, voice steadier than mine. “Are they… okay?”The doctor’s face shifted slightly, a hesitation in his eyes. That pause told me everything before he even spoke.“They’re critical,” he said. “Extremely critical. We couldn’t do anything during the surgery without risking Freya. Her body is weak, and she’s still in a

VictorI didn’t leave her side for even a second. I just couldn’t. My hand never left hers and I barely even blinked. I just watched and studied the curve of her face, the faint rise and fall of her chest, the steady beeping of the monitor like some sacred rhythm my soul clung to. Every hour, every minute, I was right there.I must’ve told her I loved her a thousand times. I begged her to come back a thousand more. I didn’t know how to exist in a world where Freya wasn’t laughing beside me or stealing half my fries when she swore she wasn’t hungry. I didn’t know how to breathe in a world where she wasn’t in it.But then, somewhere between whispering to her and blinking too long, my body gave in. I didn’t even feel myself falling asleep, I just… slipped.And then I was dreaming. I woke up in another world. A small world but it was ours. We were at home, Freya and I, with the twins. Both of them.Freya was in the kitchen, wearing one of my old t-shirts, hair tied up in a messy bun, smil

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

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