Freya's p.o.v

The burning flame crackling in the fireplace in the living room could barely match the heat already building inside of me for him—at the mere look of his ever captivating blue eyes and honesty.

"No, Freya," he reassured. "I never had any idea about the letters. I had received the same letter from you telling me to move on and that everything we shared and had was a lie not knowing I had been lied to by Martha. I never knew you were pregnant after I left, Freya."

I swallowed, my gaze shifting to the cup of hot tea I had made in his hand, before settling on...