Freya's POV
The funeral hall plunged into complete silence. Only the soft dirge continued playing through the speakers, creating an atmosphere that sent chills down everyone's spine.
Freya gazed down with detached indifference at Jasper Tristan, who knelt on one knee before her. A strange calmness washed over her, and she found herself almost smiling. This unexpected visit had certainly provided her with front-row seats to quite the theatrical performance.
The massive diamond ring caught the overhead lights, sparkling with blinding brilliance. She squinted against the glare and let out a soft laugh. "Jasper Tristan, after all these years together, I'm just now discovering what a talented actor you are."
"No, Freya, every word comes straight from my heart." Jasper looked up at her, his eyes brimming with what appeared to be genuine emotion. "Please forgive me. Marry me again."
