Chapter 142:
She knew about Freya’s marriage.
But neither spoke the name aloud. Farrah never asked, and Freya never volunteered it.
When two women met, conversation flowed easily—food, drinks, gossip, work, fashion, beauty. Relationships rarely came up unless something major happened.
Besides, Freya hardly ever attended Kristian’s gatherings. Since they’d never announced their marriage, few even knew.
“No,” Freya said plainly. “We’re getting divorced.”
Farrah blinked, certain she’d misheard.
Then her eyes widened.
Shock slammed into her—like she’d never once imagined Freya’s marriage ending this way. “You’re joking, right? I remember you said he treated you well!”
“The papers are filed.” Freya’s voice stayed even. “Next Tuesday, the court finalizes it.”
“Give me a second.” Farrah floundered, struggling to process it.
Divorce? She’d never seen this coming.
In her view, Freya was incredible—how could anyone walk away from her?
After a steadying breath, Farrah ventured, “Did you initiate it… or did he?”
“He did.”
“Why?” Curiosity sharpened Farrah’s tone.
Freya sidestepped the truth. “We weren’t right for each other.”
She knew Farrah too well.
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If Farrah learned Kristian was leaving her for another woman, she’d explode.
And Freya didn’t want to worry her too much.
“His loss.” Farrah squeezed her hand, forcing cheer. “You’ll find someone better—someone hotter, kinder. Let him see how many people adore you. You don’t need him.”
Freya hummed in agreement.
They talked a while longer before their food arrived.
Mid-bite, Freya spotted it—a faint kiss mark on Farrah’s neck, previously hidden under her scarf.
“Farrah.”
“Hm?” Farrah glanced up from her phone.
Freya tilted her head. “Are you seeing someone?”
“As if!” Farrah laughed.
Freya pointed. “Then what’s that?”
Farrah stiffened—just for a second.
Freya didn’t miss it.
“I’m married, actually.” Farrah shrugged, tone breezy as ever.
“Courtesy of my nominal husband.”
Now it was Freya’s turn to be stunned.
“Since when? You never told me.”
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