Chapter 17:
“Trent is on his way over to see you,” Frederick finally said, his tone now laced with a hint of seriousness.
Freya’s brow creased in confusion.
“Trent Seymour,” Frederick hurriedly added.
“Why is he coming?” Freya pressed, her curiosity piqued.
“He’s been sent by your father to manage your divorce proceedings with Kristian Shaw,” Frederick explained, his voice hesitant yet tinged with unmistakable curiosity. “Did you really secretly marry that man?”
Freya massaged her temples, her frustration building like a storm.
Frederick, oblivious to her mood, prattled on. “Freya?”
“When will he be here?” Freya’s voice wavered slightly, revealing her underlying helplessness.
“Around eleven tonight,” Frederick replied, his tone cautious. Though burning with curiosity, he dared not probe deeper. “He’s just set off for the airport.”
Freya pondered her options to thwart the impending situation. “Understood,” she muttered finally, before abruptly ending the call.
Back when she and Kristian had exchanged vows, he had never delved into her past. On holidays, he would gently ask if she wanted to visit her family, but never pressed when she declined.
Now, with Trent’s imminent arrival, she feared it would ignite Kristian’s suspicions about her past.
Frederick stared at his phone, the silence echoing his unanswered questions. His mind swirled with inquiries that begged for attention. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His fingers danced feverishly over his phone’s keyboard as he unleashed a torrent of messages. “Freya, you never confirmed if you’re truly married.”
“Why did your father mention a divorce?”
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“What’s been going on with you these past two years? I need answers!”
Freya scanned the barrage of incoming messages, her brow furrowed in contemplation, before finally responding succinctly, “Yeah… things just fell apart between us.”
Jack’s jaw dropped, and all he could manage was a frantic message full of exclamation marks—barely scratching the surface of how he felt. Freya had been the woman he looked up to for as long as he could remember—and now she’d dropped the bomb that she was married!
It wasn’t just a rumor; she was truly married.
Frederick, incredulous, typed back rapidly. “Are you kidding me?”
Freya dismissed his disbelief and insisted firmly, “Keep this quiet for now. Just between you, me, and Trent; let’s not tell the others yet.”
Frederick’s reply was lost in a heavy silence.
He glanced around nervously at the curious faces peering over his shoulders, their eyes glued to his screen. Cold sweat trickled down his temple as he wrestled with the dilemma.
How could he convey to Freya that the secret was already out, that everyone huddled around his computer was now privy to her revelation?
With Frederick’s messages finally answered, Freya dialed Trent’s number, but the call refused to connect.
With the beep of a failed connection still ringing in her ears, she decided on a proactive approach. Tonight, she was scheduled to visit Kristian’s family home, and she wanted no unexpected encounters.
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