Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 987

"You know what I mean," Aaron's gaze, generally unsympathetic and indifferent as such, evoked little sympathy. "You are Ximena's mother."

Freya was so astonished by his words that the shock left her face in an incredulous expression. Gasping in amazement, her mouth gaped open, her face went as white as a sheet and her eyes widened like two giant saucers. "You...you...I...I am afraid that I can't understand what you mean,"

shaking her head in utter disbelief, she said. Much to her consternation, Freya stammered and her words came in short pauses. A glossy sheen coated her eyes that wasn't there before and her thoughts scattered like there was an electrical storm in her head.

Aaron started up at her with a fiery, angry gaze, and his face contorted in disapproval and disgust.

"I don't care whether you understand it or not," Still in a calm tone he continued, "I want you to leave right now!" Looking at her tangled expression, he breathed a sigh of resignation and said softly, "Ximena enjoys your company, but... do you have any idea how Ximena will feel if the truth about her past is exposed to the public?"

Freya froze at his words, gazing at his cold face. For a moment she could't figure out a reply. She stuttered, "I..."

Aaron rose to his feet, fetched the investigation files laying on the table and placed it before her. Quickly glancing at him, she picked up the large envelope that had detailed personal information about Ximena's birth and the tears kept streaming down her face as she carefully read through the pages. It was a detailed documentation and she read through every word in every page with great importance. The more she read, the harder it was for her to contain her emotions.

"Although I am going to do my best to keep the past buried... Ximena is sure to find out the truth some day as long as you are here." He spoke with calm voice, not surrendering any sign of his emotional state.

"Crash!"

Suddenly, a bolt of white hot lightning broke the utter blackness, cleaving the night in parts, but just for the briefest of moments. His words echoed in her mind, seeping into her heart and poisoning her from within. She was daunted both by the memories of the past and the uncertainty of the future.

"Crash!"

Another streak of hot silver split the sky, and the downpour began. The air grew heavy and the humidity pressed down, suffocating. The scent of rain was dark and heady. The rain poured down over the city with a roar. Each icy, cold drops sloshed down as if it were trying to wash the world clean.

Freya, however, stood out there in the rain, benumbed and unstirred by the rain or cars hurtling past carelessly, their rubber wheels splashing in the wide puddles. Aaron tried to have someone give her a ride back home, but she refused. In truth, she was utterly devastated to process the people and the world around her.

'Do you have any idea how Ximena will feel if the past gets exposed to the public?'

Thick icy sheets of rain obscured Freya's vision. The painful memories that had been buried in the darkest corners of her mind from over 20 years ago, had now come back to haunt her.

"Number: 2083; Fact: Murder!" The Warden cast her a cold glare with pure disdain, "You are sentenced to 15 years of imprisonment in a maximum security jail."

She had her mug shot taken from different angles with a sign that had her serial number, date and other information tying her to the incident. She listened as the warden made the rules and policies clear to her and then she was place in a prison cell which accommodated ten other prisoners.

"So I've heard that you've been sentenced to prison on a charge of murder