Freya's Redemption
Please read Catching Freya before reading this sequel.
Freya's Redemption happens nearly three years after the events of Catch Freya.
What Freya did to Charlie was terrible and she became a horrible pathetic figure because of it. Despite it all, leaving her like that just did not feel right to me so I decided to give her a chance at redemption and happiness.
If she deserves it or not you decide. Maybe in the end you will be happy for her.
This sequel is a lot longer than Catching Freya but then Freya did fall a very long way after her affair.
Chapter 1
The doorbell rang. Freya groaned and rose from the bed. She had a lie down while her mother took her two-year-old daughter, Morgan, out to the park so she could have a rest. It had been nearly three years since she ruined her own life. Nearly three years of so much unhappiness. Nearly three years of constant heartbreak. No day worse than giving birth alone to Morgan.
She had it all, a husband, Charlie, who loved her, a high-flying career, and a close network of friends then she blew it all by having an affair with a colleague, Kyle, on secondment from America, becoming pregnant with his child. She could have blamed Charlie for not being career-driven like she was and lacking ambition. Blamed him for being boring and not living life but that could not have been further from the truth.
Freya had long accepted that she was to blame. She had become obsessed with her career over everything else, including Charlie, which made her resent him. Kyle then stepped into the void she had created and she had a rampant physical affair with him. The sex was incredible. He was exciting, good-looking, and everything Charlie wasn't, or so she thought.
When she became pregnant, with Morgan, she was thrilled. She fully intended to leave Charlie for Kyle. That was until she discovered Kyle was married as soon as she arrived in New York for a business trip.
Freya tidied her hair, delicately dried her eyes, and put on the fake smile she had practised so hard to perfect before opening the front door. In front of her was a woman in her late thirties and an older woman who looked around fifty. Both were well-dressed in business suits. The younger woman's suit had a short skirt, revealing her attractive legs.
"Good afternoon, ma'am," the older woman said politely in an American accent. "Is this the residence of Freya Morrison?" Freya's stomach churned inside as she was gripped by fear.
"I believe you knew my husband, Kyle," the younger woman said with ill-concealed hostility.
Freya's eyes opened wide in panic and she put a hand over her mouth and tried to hold back the tears as she suddenly recognised the younger woman's face from three years prior. The two American women looked at each other with their brows furrowed. This was not the reaction they were expecting.
"You are Mrs Morrison, aren't you?" the younger woman said still sounding hostile although a little less sure of how to proceed. "I remember you from the airport when my husband returned from England."
Freya managed to compose herself, "You had better, come in," she said in a quiet voice of resignation. "I imagine you have questions."
Freya led them to the living room and the two American women stopped in their tracks when they entered and saw the pictures of Morgan sitting in picture frames hanging from the wall,
"Oh my god!" Kyle's wife exclaimed in dismay turning to Freya. "Is she Kyle's?"
Freya nodded and began to sob as she pleaded, "I am so sorry. I had no idea Kyle was married until I saw you and your children at the airport in New York, I swear it."
"Does Kyle know about her?"
Freya nodded again mournfully, "He refused to accept she was his."
On hearing that, Kyle's wife surprised Freya by squeezing her hand in emotional support. The two American women looked upon Freya with sympathy.
"I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry," Kyle's wife said while Freya composed herself.
"Why don't you take a seat," Freya offered. "Would you like tea or coffee?"
Freya went into the kitchen to make coffee for the two American women and composed herself further before returning with the coffee and a selection of biscuits, sitting down opposite them.
"Before we begin, I apologise, for not introducing ourselves," the older woman said. "I am Gwen Buchanan of Buchanan, Smith, and Taylor Associates, the law firm representing Mrs Goodchilds in her divorce."
"You can call me Brooke," Kyle's wife said reluctantly dropping her hostility.
"I know what you must think of me," Freya began, nervously. "A slut who tried to steal your husband and you're right, I was a slut but for betraying my own husband. I had no idea Kyle was married. If I knew, I would not have slept with him. If you are here to punish me or get some sort of revenge then you need to know I have suffered more than you can know and if you want to sue me you also need to know that I have nothing. This house is my parents and any money I had is gone."
"We are not here to punish you or for litigation," Gwen assured Freya. "We are just here for the truth. To gain evidence for the divorce trial."
"We are trying to untangle Kyle's lies and infidelity," Brooke added. "I want to know how much he cheated on me. I should tell you that you were not the first person he cheated on me with and you probably wouldn't have been the last. Could you please tell me about what happened between you and Kyle?"
Freya looked at the two women. She could quite easily refuse. They probably would threaten her but she knew they wouldn't be able to follow through with it. She sighed remorsefully and turned to look out of the window,
"When I met Kyle, I was married myself to a wonderful man named Charlie. When I joined the company, I worked at my career took off," Freya smiled wistfully at the memory. "It was an exciting time of my life. I got promoted very quickly and I loved my job. I became career-driven, too career-driven. I worked long hours. began to work when we were on holiday or travelling. I saw Charlie and could not understand why he wasn't the same as me. He could have gotten promoted but he didn't and I got frustrated with him. Then Kyle arrived on secondment. He was good-looking, charming, and had the ambition Charlie didn't. We got on well. Nothing happened at first but we began to work late, which turned into drinks after work. At no point did Kyle give me the impression that he was married or had children. During a night out, celebrating a new deal we had been working on, we kissed. Myself and Charlie had not been intimate for a while and were drifting apart so his touch and kiss felt incredible. Then we went on a business trip together where we had sex for the first time. I'm sorry, but the whole situation made the sex amazing. It wasn't just Kyle, my own infidelity made it so. Charlie then began to go on business trips of his own before he was made redundant and Kyle began to stay the night at my house and we would have sex non-stop. I then got pregnant. I forgot to take my birth control pills and the inevitable happened. I was thrilled and started to plan to leave Charlie. It must have been around that time Charlie got suspicious but I had no idea. I was too infatuated with Kyle. At the end of Kyle's secondment, I travelled with him to the New York office for work and I was going to surprise him with my pregnancy. When I saw you and your children at the airport and how Kyle embraced you, my world crashed down around me. If cheating on Charlie wasn't bad enough, in my desperation I planned to pass off Kyle's baby as Charlie's and rebuild our marriage but when I got home, I found Charlie had filmed Kyle and I having sex. There was no going back. Charlie and I got divorced and now I am a single mum, I haven't worked in two and a half years, I'm friendless and I lost a great husband. That is how I made a mess of my life."
