Chapter 110:
“What words?” he inquired.
“No Kristian Shaw or pets permitted.” Freya’s crimson lips articulated each syllable with emphasis.
Kristian advanced nonetheless, cornering Freya against the door and enveloping her within his arms. “Have I been too lenient with you lately, making you think I’m easy to talk to?”
“That inquiry should originate from me,” Freya countered, regarding him with evident contempt. “Do you perceive me as easily manipulated, allowing you and Ashley to harass me in succession?”
“You, easily manipulated?” Kristian questioned skeptically.
Previously, he might have considered her susceptible to influence. However, since his mention of divorce, she had undergone a complete transformation.
Freya had exhausted her willingness for further verbal exchange. Were it not for her desire to facilitate a smooth divorce proceeding, she would have expelled him immediately.
“Communicate your purpose or depart if you choose not to.” Freya had abandoned all pretense of courtesy toward him.
“Why did you convey those particulars to my grandpa?” Kristian finally addressed his central concern, gazing down at her. “You understand his aversion to Ashley. Such statements only intensify his prejudice against her.”
Freya challenged, “And that’s my problem?”
“You instigated it,” Kristian asserted.
“Should you desire another punch in the face, continue speaking.” Freya’s eyes reflected glacial indifference.
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: g⍶ⅼ𝗇𝗈ν𝘦𝗅𝗌⸳𝖼𝗈𝖒
That incident represented a significant blemish in Kristian’s personal history. Mere recollection of it elicited discomfort within him.
“I genuinely recommend psychological evaluation for both you and Ashley.”
Freya struggled to comprehend his profound transformation and added, “I’ve never encountered individuals with such distorted ethical frameworks.”
Kristian’s expression darkened considerably. “What do you mean?”
“You violated our marital covenant,” Freya declared. “You engaged in infidelity with Ashley. Yet you persistently approach me, even accusing me of callousness. Do you truly believe I submit easily to intimidation?”
Kristian shot back, “I never cheated on you with her.” His voice carried a sharp edge of indignation.
Freya maintained her silence, convinced in her heart that Kristian would perpetually deny the truth, regardless of evidence or confrontation.
“Deny it all you want,” she finally declared, having already drawn her conclusions about his emotional infidelity. She leaned forward, her gaze intensifying. “Let me make myself perfectly clear. If either you or Ashley approaches me again with your personal drama, I won’t hesitate to reveal everything publicly. Consider carefully whether you’re prepared to weather the storm of public scrutiny.”
“And what about your own actions?” Kristian’s penetrating gaze dissected her expression, searching for weakness.
Freya’s brow creased with confusion. “What are you implying?”
“Your relationship with Trent Seymour, and that night you accompanied Edwin to a hotel in Alerith,” Kristian pressed, his voice weighted with accusation, eyes locked unflinchingly on hers. “Had it been someone other than me present at that moment, would you have gone with him regardless?”
Fury coursed through Freya’s veins like never before.
.
.
.