Chapter 103:
Today, she was determined to have this conversation with Freya, regardless of obstacles.
Once.
Twice.
Then repeatedly without cessation.
The doorbell continued its persistent ringing until Freya finally disabled it.
However, she hadn’t anticipated Ashley’s unwavering determination. Realizing the doorbell no longer functioned, Ashley resorted to pounding her fist against the wooden door.
This building featured two units per floor, and Freya was acutely aware of her neighbors’ proximity.
Concerned about creating a disturbance, she reluctantly reopened the door, her patience nearly exhausted.
“What exactly do you want?”
Had she foreseen these complications, she might have purchased the adjacent unit as well.
“I simply wish to talk.” Ashley abandoned her pretense of gentleness, meeting Freya’s gaze directly.
Freya emanated an unmistakable aura of strength and self-assurance. “I have nothing to discuss with someone who deliberately intrudes upon others’ established relationships.”
“If we’re discussing intrusion, you’re the one who positioned yourself between Kristian and me.” Ashley had completely shed her affected vulnerability, declaring with absolute conviction, “Had you not suddenly appeared in our lives, Kristian and I would already be raising our child together.”
Freya dismissed any desire to debate with Ashley. “Sure, you’re right.”
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Ashley sensed her words vanishing into emptiness. Never before had she encountered someone like Freya.
“Don’t imagine that Kristian’s generous divorce settlement indicates any emotional attachment. Actually…”
Ashley restrained a powerful wave of fury that threatened to shatter Freya’s composed exterior. Why did Freya consistently project such an air of superiority during their interactions when she herself felt completely disregarded?
Freya’s attention was bombarded by Ashley’s relentless prattle. For the first time, she discovered someone who irritated her to such an extreme degree.
Previously, she had considered women the most charming beings in existence, certainly true of her sister and friends.
Now, however, she genuinely contemplated hurling Ashley through the nearest window.
“Have you finished?” Freya refused to squander another moment on her.
Ashley teetered on the edge of losing her self-control. “Freya Briggs!”
“Your conversation holds no interest for me. If you’ve arrived merely to discuss such inconsequential matters, just get out of my face.”
Freya maintained complete detachment throughout. Ashley’s intellectual caliber fell too far below her own to warrant engaging in any battle of wits.
Ashley felt deeply wronged. The confrontation she had envisioned unfolded nothing like this. Freya should have challenged her verbally, perhaps even insulted her physically. Only then could she weep and complain to Kristian, turning him against Freya. This strategy would eliminate any concerns about Kristian regretting their divorce.
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