Chapter 120. Dylan, Say Yes!

Freya POV

I watched the entire shitshow unfold from the side of the ballroom, arms crossed, a cold little smile playing on my lips.

Helene really just dropped to one knee in front of everyone and proposed to Dylan like this was some fucking romance movie. The dramatic speech, the tears in her voice, the giant ring — she went all out. The crowd was eating it up, clapping and cheering like she’d just announced world peace.

Pathetic.

I tilted my head slightly, studying Dylan’s face. He looked stunned. Uncomfortable. Like a deer caught in headlights. Poor guy didn’t know whether to smile or run.

‘Look at her,’I thought, amused. ‘Still trying so hard to hold onto him. Still thinking flashing a ring and some fake-ass love speech is going to fix everything.’

Two and a half weeks ago she was crawling on the floor calling herself a worthless dog and humiliating herself. Now she’s on stage trying to play the perfect fiancée in front of the entire reu