Chapter 143:
“Merely a marriage of convenience.” Farrah waved a hand, her smile a little too quick. “Once his ex comes crawling back, we’re done. Didn’t mention it because he doesn’t matter.”
Freya’s brows shot up.
His ex?
“Then why marry you…” She hesitated, searching for words.
“Grown-up needs.” Farrah’s laugh rang bright—too bright. “Enough about that. Where are we shopping after this? It’s been forever.”
She didn’t mention the force behind that mark.
Last night, her so-called husband had come home reeking of another woman’s perfume, lips stained with foreign rouge. She’d fought, but men were stronger.
In the end, she’d surrendered.
Luckily, he’d stormed off before things went further. Otherwise, she feared what might’ve happened to the life growing inside her.
“If you need anything, just say the word. I’m here for you,” Freya offered simply, her assurance hanging in the air between them.
“Seeing you’re okay brings me such relief,” Farrah replied with ease, her striking eyes crinkling at the corners as her smile bloomed. “Should you face any difficulties after the divorce, don’t hesitate. I’ll ensure you’re well taken care of.”
“He spent 1.4 billion merely to extricate himself from your marriage?” Farrah burst out, righteous anger flaring in her eyes. “Someone like him deserves to leave empty-handed. He never mentioned another woman in his heart when he married you, did he?”
Farrah sprang to her feet. “Absolutely not!”
Lɑtєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn g𝒶l𝑛ovєls.𝗰𝒐𝓂
Freya stared in bewilderment.
Before she could react, Farrah seized her hand firmly. “Take me to confront him. I must speak my mind! How dare he mistreat my dearest friend? Once I achieve fame, I’ll expose his despicable behavior and let justice-seeking internet users tear his reputation to shreds.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Freya grasped her wrist gently, adding, “We’re about to…”
Her words trailed off.
She hadn’t completed her thought about receiving the divorce decree.
The abrupt pause hung heavily.
Farrah noticed the shift in her expression and immediately sat down, concern washing over her. “What’s wrong?”
Freya took her hand and began checking her pulse with unprecedented seriousness.
Farrah watched, perplexed by this sudden medical interest.
“Are you pregnant?” Freya inquired cautiously, her gaze intensely focused.
A shiver raced down Farrah’s spine, and with a startled gaze, she jerked her hand away. Her eyes were wide with a spark of fear. “Pregnant? Me? That’s impossible!” Confusion clouded her mind.
How did her friend discern pregnancy just from a touch at her wrist?
“So, how far along are you?” Freya pierced the veil of Farrah’s denial with a pointed question, choosing to confront her directly.
She had once read a book about using pulse diagnosis to determine pregnancy. Although she had never practiced it and wasn’t entirely sure of Farrah’s condition, she decided to take a bold guess.
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