Four days later Justin gets the picture of Freya from his private detective smiling cheerily before the Eiffel tower with her late husband and some guy beside her. His anger rose to the maximum. While he was suffering the situation of life and death, she was enjoying time with Eden.

At five passed two in midnight, Justin wobbles into the front hall with a scantily dressed girl under his shoulder. His eyes were getting closed but he restlessly searches for Freya wandering his orbs everywhere in the house. When his optics finally trace her observing him from the long corridor of the first floor he snickers. "Good morning wifey. Oh sorry its still night, good night fiancee." He salutes and totters to the guest room along with the girl.

No sooner he reaches the guest room, he closes the door and sighs. "You can sleep here. I will be in the next bedroom in case you require anything." He tells her sober and in seriousness. "Thank you for cooperating with me and your act as my girl for the night. It was only a masquerade to lachrymose my wife." He stated and placed a stack of notes in her hand.

"Remember nothing about the truth happening inside this room should go revealed to anyone or else..." Justin waits for the girl to assimilate the  threatened caution behind his words. "you know how dangerous I'm regarding these sort of things." He accentuated his speech in a dragoon.

The next three days went on the same way with Justin coming home acting drunken and every day a new girl beside him. Freya felt miserable and Justin assured she was down in the dumps.

Freya felt her life dismal.  Her fiancee did not love her and did not allow her to work.  She has no idea on how she was going to clear her family's bills. Her dad was bed ridden till a few months ago and was still not in a position to work anywhere. Sometimes Freya thought her decision to marry Justin wasn't a wise option.

If only she hadn't given so much importance to her self esteem, she would have done away with him in week days, cleared her father's dues and also taken back to work. But now she has to follow the instructions of the idiot in every walk of her life.

No love, no job, no happiness while he enjoyed every day the nooky business.
Freya did not have time to date and fooling around but now when she sees Justin philandering everyday, at least to kick his ass she thinks she needed a boyfriend.

It has been long she visited the public library. Though Justin owned a huge library of his own it did not hold
books much of Freya's choice. By four in the evening Freya was in the state library.

She glanced through a few books when her eyes fell on magazine section. She looked through some entertainment stuff and beside it was a business magazine. On the cover page was Justin's picture with the tag line - The world's youngest billionaire with a turnover of more than five hundred billions in a year.

Freya turned to the page and read the front line - An interview with the toughest businessman and a heart-throb of many women. But did the dreamboat ever fall in love with any of the damsels? Who is the lucky woman who had the reins of hero's heart?

Inside the cover story were the pictures of Justin with many girls, some in short dresses, frocks and even in bikinis. It was clear Justin was a ladies man, a world famous flirt.

Freya knew everything about him even before she offered to marry him but today when her thoughts had a reflection of truth on a piece of paper she wasn't ready to withhold her tears.

Was she living the life of those teenage girls immersed in fantasies where a charming prince will come in a magical white horse and marry? Her biting reality was she was going to wed a handsome Lothario who has affairs with several woman, who is every lassie's man but Freya was reluctant to open her eyes and accept the nude veracity.

It was raining heavily outside by the time she finished reading the article. Unmindful of the rain she went drenched into it and continued walking to her home apathetic and stolid like a robot.

****

Justin came home as usual in his drunken style only to discover he has no audience this time. He immediately went alert and sent the girl away beside him paying her handsome and started searching every part of the house.

He started with kitchen, lawns bathrooms, bedrooms even the gymnasium and library room of his 3800 square yards penthouse but found Freya no where. His pulse began to escalate and pressure begins to rise.

Grabbing the car keys from the key holder he searched around the entire streets of San Francisco only to return tired and dismayed but with no fruitful result.

Justin pulled the notch beyond its capacity and today he suffers the consequences. He shouldn't have distressed Freya so much.

Justin removed the liquor stinking shirt and dropped it in the bin. He purposely threw a few drops of Bourbon on it to give the realistic effect. Taking a quick shower, he put on a casual black t.shirt and gray pants, again started his search engine on finding Freya in the heavily raining night.

Holding his head in his hands which were rested on his knees he leaned forward and silently sobbed to drink his sorrow. It was two in the wee hours of morning when he heard a soft twisting of the door knob and in walked Freya.

Was Freya going to unfold the knot on Justin she read in the library or be the silently suffering fiancee of him?

Dear Friends,

Did the slowly building love story of Justin and Freya come back to square one?