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Fifty three

*Freya*

Rafe and I stared at each other, our hearts trying to speak to one another. He looked like he wanted to explain himself but he kept silent. I tried to hold back the tears that was trying to force its way out of my eyes. I couldn't let them see me cry. Jessica smirked, triumph glittering in her coldly beautiful face. "Oh Freya," she drawled, vicious glee dripping from every syllable. "What are you doing here? Surely you knew Rafe would choose to be with me at this time. Did you honestly think you ever stood a chance?"

Rafe's brow furrowed, a war of emotions playing out across his handsome features as he glanced between Jessica and me. "Freya, I was just coming to see you..." he began, taking a step towards me, one hand outstretched.

But I couldn't bear to hear his excuses, his lies. Humiliation burned through me, mingling with the searing ache of betrayal. I had to escape before I crumbled completely.

"Why did you even ask me to come here?" I asked, feeling t