Freya's p.o.v

I could see the shock written all over him as the lie escaped my lips but I knew better than to admit to the truth. I don't trust him. Not after what he did to me. Not after he admitted to kissing Jane on purpose.

"What did you just say, Freya?" his tone was softer this time as he strode towards me.

I fell to the couch, holding my head as tears poured like torrents from my eyes. "He died, Ethan. Our child died." I lied. "He was mine before death took him away from me."

The confusion, disorientation and anger became full blown on Ethan's face as...