I hated the H big time. Also, h is so idiot at the end.
I was so pissed that I wrote my own ending to make me feel good.
The Ranieri Bride: Alternate Ending
Freya stood in the grand villa, staring out at the shimmering Italian countryside, feeling nothing but an overwhelming sense of emptiness. Once, the sight had filled her with dreams of a happy future with Enrico, but now those dreams felt like distant memories. She turned to Enrico, her voice steady but cold.
“I won’t forget what you did, Enrico. I can’t,” she said quietly, holding his gaze. “Don’t touch me again, or I swear, I’ll end this—my life, all of it. But for Nicky, I’ll stay. A few months, no more. After that, we’re done.”
Enrico’s face hardened, his pride stung by her rejection, but something in her voice stopped him from arguing. He knew she meant every word.
The next few months passed in a tense stalemate. Freya stayed true to her word—cordial, distant, and focused solely on Nicky. She maintained a façade of a perfect family, but behind closed doors, she and Enrico barely spoke beyond what was necessary for their son. Each evening, after putting Nicky to bed, she retired to a separate room, leaving Enrico alone with his thoughts.
For Enrico, the situation was maddening. He had always believed that Freya would come around, that her love for him would overpower her anger, but this new Freya was different. She was no longer the passionate woman he had known, but someone resolute, determined to protect her heart from further pain. He watched her closely, trying to find a way to break through the wall she had built, but every attempt was met with cold indifference. It was as though she had shut him out completely, and the realization gnawed at him.
As Freya settled into her new life, she reflected on the chaos Luca, Enrico's cousin, had brought into their lives. After his attempt to kidnap Nicky in a desperate bid for more money, disguised as a cross-dresser, Freya had predicted his return. True to her instincts, Luca tried to blackmail her again, but this time, Freya was ready. She made sure he was swiftly arrested, ensuring he would spend his time where he belonged—behind bars, far away from her and Nicky.
By the end of their agreed time, Freya and Enrico filed for divorce. The process was swift, and when the papers were signed, Freya felt a weight lift off her shoulders. Though part of her heart still mourned the loss of what could have been, she knew she could never return to the life she had with Enrico. She packed her bags and took Nicky back to England, determined to start anew.
In England, Freya threw herself into rebuilding her life. She found a small, comfortable house where she and Nicky could live peacefully. Away from the shadow of Enrico, she began to heal. Slowly, she allowed herself to believe that happiness was still possible. It was during this time that she reconnected with a kind and gentle professor, someone she had known briefly before her marriage to Enrico.
The professor was everything Enrico was not—steady, thoughtful, and caring. He didn’t see Freya as a prize to be won but as a person to be cherished. He adored Nicky, playing with him, teaching him, and offering the kind of love and stability that Nicky had never known from his father. Freya, who had always feared she would never find love again, found herself falling for him in a way that felt safe and natural. It wasn’t the intense, fiery passion she had experienced with Enrico, but something much deeper—a love built on respect and understanding.
Months passed, and Freya’s life transformed into something she had only dreamed of during those lonely nights in Italy. One day, as she sat in the garden, watching the professor and Nicky play together, she realized that she had found what she had always wanted: a home, a family, and a man who truly cared for her and her son.
Meanwhile, Enrico’s life in Italy had taken a different turn. At first, he thought he would be relieved by the end of his marriage to Freya. He threw himself back into his work, believing that the distractions of his business empire would fill the void she had left. But as the months passed, he realized that nothing could fill that emptiness. The women he dated meant nothing to him, the deals he brokered brought him no joy, and the villa, once filled with Nicky’s laughter, now felt cold and hollow.
He found himself looking at old photos of Nicky and Freya, wondering what had gone wrong, wondering why he hadn’t fought harder for them. It wasn’t until too late that Enrico realized the truth: he had lost the woman he loved because of his pride, and now he had nothing left but regrets. One evening, driven by guilt and loneliness, Enrico reached out to Freya, not to win her back but to apologize. He confessed how deeply he regretted the way he had treated her, admitting that he had failed her and their son.
Freya listened, her heart heavy but calm. She appreciated the apology, but the words didn’t touch her the way they once would have. She had moved on, not with bitterness but with acceptance. Her life was in a different place now, and there was no going back. She thanked him, wished him well, and hung up the phone, feeling a strange sense of closure.
A year passed since Freya had left Italy, and her life had blossomed into something she could never have imagined. The professor had proposed to her, and though she had hesitated at first, unsure if she was ready, she now felt a quiet certainty that this was the right path for her and Nicky. The love she had found was different from what she had known with Enrico—calmer, more stable, but no less real.
Standing in her garden, Freya watched as the professor chased Nicky around the lawn, the sound of their laughter filling the air. The evening sun bathed the garden in a warm glow, and Freya felt a deep sense of peace settle over her. She had finally found the life she deserved—a life filled with love, respect, and the quiet joy of family.
As she took a deep breath of the crisp English air, Freya knew her past with Enrico was behind her. She had made her peace with it, and now she was ready to embrace the future with a man who cherished her for who she was. She smiled softly, watching the two people she loved most in the world.
And with that, Freya knew—her story had come full circle.
The End.