When He Married My Savior in Secret (Freda Lane) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Today was their wedding anniversary. Cyril posted a lengthy tribute on Instagram right at the stroke of midnight, expressing his deep love and gratitude for her.

Within hours, it had garnered over ten million likes and shares. Electronic billboards throughout the city played Cyril's personally edited romantic video on repeat, showing the world just how much he loved her.

A crowd had somehow gathered outside the villa. They'd carpeted the entire driveway with 1,825 roses, with a massive crystal hollow ring placed at the center. Inside the ring were designer clothes and handbags from top brands' latest collections. A small music box sat on top, playing Cyril's voice on repeat.

"Baby, happy anniversary. I love you."

Freda's expression remained blank. She closed her bedroom door and buried herself under the covers, as if none of this had anything to do with her.

Cyril called, his voice full of guilt. "Babe, something urgent came up with the deal. I can't make it home for our anniversary today, but I promise I'll make it up to you when I get back."

Listening to his pathetic lies, Freda suddenly laughed—a shaky, bitter sound. "It's fine."

"You're upset, aren't you baby?" Cyril immediately picked up on her tone. "I've prepared so many surprises for you. I hope you love them."

"I'm not upset. Work comes first. I'm not feeling well, gonna take a nap." Freda hung up coldly.

She curled into a ball, fighting to contain the pain in her chest.

The spectacle outside continued. Cyril's drones performed an aerial show, forming various shapes to express his love for Freda.

Reporters flocked to the scene, hoping to interview Freda and continue promoting their legendary love story.

Freda ignored it all. Her phone rang over and over again.

Seeing Cyril's name on the screen, her vision blurred once more. She wanted to answer and demand why he'd broken his promises, why he'd fallen in love with another woman.

Eventually, she simply turned off her phone and buried her head under the cover.

She didn't know how much time had passed when the covers were suddenly yanked away, harsh light flooding in and stinging her eyes.

Against the light, she saw Cyril looking absolutely wrecked—hair messy, face pale as a ghost, eyes wild with panic and fear.

The moment he sensed Freda's upset, he'd rushed home. He'd called her the entire way, but she never answered.

The instant he saw her, he pulled her tightly into his arms, his voice hoarse and choked with emotion. "Thank God you're home! Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Cyril's eyes were red, his body trembling uncontrollably. "I'll never leave you alone again. When you wouldn't pick up my calls, I thought I was gonna lose my mind."

"Nothing matters more than you. I came back to spend our anniversary together."

Freda said nothing. Thinking she was still angry, Cyril dropped to one knee and pleaded, "Please, baby, promise me you'll always answer when I call. Don't ever shut me out like that again—I can't handle it."

His panic and fear seemed genuine. He did love her.

"You got back pretty fast." Freda's lips curved in a bitter smile. Cyril's expression shifted slightly, guilt flashing across his face.

"You haven't eaten all day, have you? Let me take you to the revolving restaurant." Cyril changed the subject, gently brushing the hair from her forehead.

"No." Freda shook her head firmly.

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