His expression was a mess. The shame, guilt, and maybe even a hint of blame?
"Freya, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be on bed rest at the hospital?"
I almost laughed in disbelief. "Yeah, I'm on bed rest, and you're here for a romantic rendezvous with your ex?"
"It's not what you think."
"I only trust what I see. If it wasn't planned, are you saying you just happened to run into each other while you were out doing business?"
As we spoke, the woman came out, now wearing a bathrobe, and stood beside Edward. "There's nothing between us, Freya. Don't think so dirty."
I glanced at the pile of clothes on the bed. This woman had some nerve.
"What, are you seriously going to tell me you booked this room just to chat? You might as well ask a dog if it believes that."
Edward's face darkened. "Freya, don't talk like that."
The woman's eyes welled up with tears, putting on a pitiful act. "I'm Edward's ex. We were together for seven years and were forced apart. I came to see him before marriage just to create one last beautiful memory. Why do you have to ruin my final hope?"