Chapter 94: Freya Chooses the Truth

Freya barely spoke on the drive home. Louis didn't force conversation. He carried the archive box upstairs, made tea, and waited while she sat near the window with her mother's notebook.

The discovery had shaken something loose inside her.

For months, she had treated the original Freya's memories as borrowed information. Useful, emotional at times, but ultimately belonging to another woman.

Now she couldn't separate herself so neatly.

The fear in her mother's recorded voice felt real. The childhood photographs felt real. The injustice of the stolen inheritance felt real.

And Louis felt real.

That last thought made her decision.

"Louis."

He looked up.

"I'm going to tell you."

He didn't ask what. He knew.

Freya placed the notebook aside. "But you have to let me finish before deciding I've lost my mind."

"Alright."

She took a breath.

"The night after you went bankrupt, the Freya you knew got drunk and went to sleep. When I opened my eyes the next day, I was in her body."

Louis said nothing.

Freya continued before courage disappeared. She told him about her previous life, her work as a web novelist and designer, and the violent death she remembered before awakening in the apartment surrounded by bags and clothes.

Then she told him the strangest part.

"Before I died, I had read a novel. You were in it."

Louis's expression finally changed.

Freya explained "The CEO's Gentle Devotion," Ethan and Serena's roles, Louis as the antagonist, and the original epilogue in which he lost everything while his materialistic wife prepared to leave.

"That's why I knew you were supposed to be bankrupt," she said. "That's why I stayed. I thought the story was already over."

Louis remained silent long enough that Freya's stomach twisted.

"Say something."

"I'm deciding which question to ask first."

She almost laughed from nerves. "That's surprisingly calm."

"I've had months to notice that something was impossible."

He asked about memories. Freya explained that she possessed the original Freya's memories but not always with equal clarity. She knew factual events when prompted, yet her instincts, skills, preferences, and personality came from her previous life.

"Is she dead?" Louis asked quietly.

Freya's expression fell. "I don't know. I don't know what happened to her consciousness. I only know I woke up here."

That was the question she feared most.

Louis looked toward the hallway where her room stood.

"So the woman who decided not to divorce me..."

"Was me."

"The cooking?"

"Me."

"The novels?"

"Mine."

"The ridiculous cartoon toothpick holder?"

Freya blinked. "Also me."

Louis unexpectedly laughed.

The tension broke just enough for her to breathe.

Then his expression softened. "And the woman I kissed?"

Freya met his eyes.

"Me."

Louis moved closer.

"Good."

Her eyes widened. "Good? That's your response to interdimensional transmigration?"

"No. That's my response to the part I was most concerned about."

Freya stared at him, then laughed helplessly.

The secret that had terrified her for months was finally between them.

And Louis hadn't stepped away.

Louis did not pretend he understood how transmigration could be possible. He asked practical questions instead: what Freya remembered about the novel, whether future events were still predictable, and whether she had known Northstar existed. Freya admitted she hadn't; most of their current reality had already departed from the book. 'So you don't know what happens next?' he asked. 'Not anymore.' Louis nodded. 'Then neither of us does.' Strangely, that made Freya feel safer.