Chapter 144:
Confronted by Freya’s unwavering stare, Farrah realized there was no escaping the truth. With a heavy sigh, she dropped her gaze and confessed, “Just over two months.”
“And yet you still…” Freya’s voice trailed off, her thoughts on Farrah’s unreliable husband. “You really shouldn’t have sex during the initial trimester.”
“We didn’t do it,” Farrah murmured. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she added, “When he tried to, I ended up infuriating him so much that he’d storm out.”
Freya’s brow furrowed in concern.
Even considering their marriage was a business arrangement, and even if Farrah’s husband harbored affection for another, his actions hadn’t justified endangering Farrah or their unborn child.
The mere thought that anger was needed to fend him off raised serious questions about how he usually treated Farrah.
“I just remembered, my agent wants me to wrap up early and head back,” Farrah suddenly said. She was aware that lingering any longer might unearth more secrets—secrets she was keen to keep under wraps.
She didn’t want Freya to worry excessively about her, especially since her husband was not a man Freya could afford to antagonize. Her husband belonged to a powerful and influential family, a family whose reach and authority were unmatched.
Even with a fortune like Freya’s—1.4 billion strong—challenging them was futile.
Farrah was determined not to let her friend be pulled into this chaotic whirlwind or have her life thrown into disarray.
“Farrah,” Freya called out, her voice filled with concern.
F𝓲nd nєw 𝒸h𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇s 𝒶t g𝓐l𝓷ovєls.𝓬•𝓶
Pretending not to hear, Farrah swiftly grabbed her purse and slipped on her hat and sunglasses. “I’m heading out now. Let me know once you’ve settled in a new city. I’ll drop by when I have some free time. Take care!”
With that, she hastened away, not allowing Freya the opportunity to delve deeper or ask further questions.
Freya lingered in the private room for a moment longer, her thoughts clouded with concern for Farrah. She eventually reached for her phone and sent a heartfelt message. “If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out. You shouldn’t have to face this alone.”
Freya had the means to uncover the identity of Farrah’s enigmatic husband, but respecting Farrah’s wishes, she chose not to pry. After all, everyone had their secrets, their private realms that deserved respect.
As Farrah settled into the backseat of her car, she saw the message and felt a surge of warmth spread through her heart. Being friends with Freya was like finding a rare treasure.
After sending her message, Freya stepped out of the private room, oblivious to the online tempest that was starting to unfurl.
The hashtag “#AshleyBradleyTheHomewrecker” had rocketed into the trending sphere.
Intrigued by this unfamiliar name, countless users clicked through, driven by a burning desire to unearth the story behind it.
The viral discussion showcased a series of images featuring two silhouettes, veiled in soft focus. Despite their obscured features, their graceful and confident postures shone through, allowing those who knew him to identify the man as Kristian.
Accompanying the images was a provocative caption: “Ashley Bradley caught in a stealthy encounter with a married magnate.”
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