As soon as Aaron stepped out of the private room, I was dragged along behind him. Perhaps because there were so many things between us that made me unwilling to let go, I found I couldn’t stay more than five steps away from him. This meant I would inevitably witness the awkward scenes that followed.
In the dimly lit car, Freya nestled against Aaron as if she were boneless, her eyes brimming with tears. Her voice, soft and pleading, asked, "Aaro, when do you plan to divorce her? I feel like a third wheel between you two..."
Aaron paused, gently stroking her long hair, his voice soothing. "Don’t think such things."
"Who dares to speak of you that way, hmm?"
Freya shed a few more tears, making me feel a pang of sympathy, let alone Aaron. With reddened eyes, she mentioned my name.
As a ghost, I was utterly stunned. It was absurd. How could I, dead and unable to speak, come back to chastise her? Even more astonishing was Aaron’s belief.
"She’s nothing. How dare she speak of you?"
His tone was dismissive. I gritted my teeth in anger and leaped onto Aaron’s head, stomping down hard a few times. The vile, despicable man! Bulling me because I couldn’t speak.
"Aaro, promise me you won’t argue with her, okay?"
Freya smoothed his furrowed brow with an understanding gaze.
"She just loves you too much."
Then, with a shy smile, she added, "I do too..."
Her pitiful demeanor was endearing to men, especially those hopelessly in love with themselves. Aaron was no exception. He kissed Freya’s forehead, his voice tinged with bitterness. "I know, and I’m sorry you’ve been hurt."
Interesting.
I rolled my eyes and turned to look out the window, unwilling to watch them any longer.
Finally, as they arrived, Freya dropped another bombshell.
"Aaro, I’m pregnant."
She took Aaron’s hand and placed it on her abdomen, her smile gentle. "We’ll soon have our own home."
Unexpectedly, at her words, Aaron seemed taken aback. He stared at Freya’s belly, deep in thought.
Freya, slightly displeased, asked, "Aaro, you look unwell."
Aaron snapped back to reality and, with a tender smile, replied, "It’s nothing. I’m just overwhelmed with happiness."
Freya smiled and reminded him to have me sign the papers soon before leaving. I expected Aaron to follow her upstairs, but instead, he had the driver take him to The Oaks.
That was our matrimonial home.