FREYA'S POV
But as I looked into Marshall's eyes, I saw the shattered fragments of his heart, the pain etched across his face. I could taste the bitterness of my own lie, knowing that I had hurt him deeply. A part of me longed to reach out, to comfort him and tell him the truth, but I couldn't bear to see the destruction that would follow.
I masked my inner turmoil, hiding the ache that gnawed at my soul. With a heavy heart, I mustered a semblance of resolve and spoke with a forced calmness, "Marshall, I appreciate your love and everything you've done for me. But we must part ways now. It's the only way to protect ourselves from the inevitable consequences."
Marshall's eyes glistened with unshed tears, his voice quivering with a mixture of sadness and acceptance. "I understand, Freya,"
