Chapter 173:
“Kristian,” Ashley responded, her voice breaking as tears began to stream down her cheeks.
As Freya observed the scene, she couldn’t help but marvel at Ashley’s ability to summon tears at will—a truly enviable skill in the art of deception.
Meanwhile, Kristian, with a gentleness he seldom afforded Freya, soothed Ashley, his voice dripping with empathy and patience.
In the background, Liam cleared his throat subtly. Was Kristian really sidelining Freya so blatantly? His own wife was mere steps away, yet here he was, offering comfort to his mistress as if they were alone. Kristian was nothing but a jerk.
“What’s going on here?” Kristian demanded, his tone icy as his eyes flicked between Freya and Liam, clearly annoyed. “Why is Ashley in the hospital?”
Silence hung heavily in the air; neither Freya nor Liam offered any details.
All Kristian knew from the brief phone call was that Ashley was hospitalized; the specifics remained unspoken.
“It was Freya…” Ashley murmured, reaching out to clasp Kristian’s hand with dramatic flair.
Kristian, catching the look on Freya’s face, instinctively pulled his hand back, evading Ashley’s grasp.
Ashley’s lips quivered, and her eyes brimmed with fresh tears as she continued, her voice trembling, “I just stumbled upon her affair with your brother. She wanted me dead just to shut me down for good.”
Liam and Kristian exchanged a look of sheer disbelief.
“Freya with Liam?” Kristian echoed, his voice laced with confusion and a hint of betrayal.
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“Yes,” Ashley said, her voice low and laden with pain. “I was trying to clear my head when I saw them together in the car, tangled in an intimate embrace. At that moment, I didn’t realize he was your brother. I thought… I thought he was just another secret Freya kept from you.”
Ashley spoke each word with sharp, deliberate precision, her eyes slightly tinged with red, drawing a veil of sympathy around her.
To any onlooker, she was the picture of sincerity.
“I shouted at her, threatening to expose her affair, and in retaliation, she had your brother ram the car into me,” she went on, her voice wavering with a mix of indignation and hurt.
“You really should’ve pursued an acting career—what a waste of talent,” Freya snapped back, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
In response, Ashley simply fixed her with a steady, unwavering gaze, her lips pressed into a thin line.
Freya, still seated, met her stare unflinchingly, her voice icy and sharp. “If you’re insinuating that I was intimate with Liam in that car, then spell it out for us. What exactly did we do, and where?”
Ashley’s cheeks burned with a mix of shame and anger as she turned to Kristian. “Kristian, I… I’m too mortified to spell it out loud…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kristian’s features hardened into a mask of frost. He glanced sharply at Freya and demanded, “What did you do?”
“Why ask me? She’s right before you!” Freya retorted coldly, her gaze piercing. “Have you ever taken my words to heart?”
Her pointed question left Kristian momentarily at a loss for words.
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