Chapter 200:
“Ashley Bradley.”
“Never heard of her,” Farrah blurted out, a frown knitting her brow in confusion. But she quickly shook it off, pressing on with her inquiries.
“Are you really prepared to divorce him? He seems like the dream husband to many—charming, wealthy, and undeniably attractive.”
Despite being immersed in the entertainment industry, Farrah wasn’t up to date on every scandal, including the one involving Ashley.
“He’s definitely handsome, no doubt about that,” Freya admitted, a hint of reluctant admiration in her voice. As someone who appreciated beauty, she couldn’t deny the allure of Kristian’s handsome features.
“But, unfortunately, he’s also an unfaithful husband.”
“Indeed,” Farrah agreed, nodding thoughtfully.
No matter how dashing, affluent, or physically appealing a man was, if his heart wasn’t truly with his partner, none of it mattered in the end. Freya perched on the edge of the bed, a twinge of guilt coloring her tone.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re pregnant, and it was thoughtless of me to ask you to come over so late. I just wasn’t in my right mind,” she admitted, her eyes clouded with remorse.
Farrah, taking Freya’s hands in hers, gave her a reassuring smile. Her voice was gentle, laced with unwavering affection.
“You’re my best friend, Freya. I’d come to you whenever you need me.”
A palpable sense of gratitude filled Freya’s heart, feeling truly comforted and cherished. The thought that Farrah considered their friendship so profound made her presence feel all the more significant.
With a concerned furrow in her brow, Freya inquired further,
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“Have you had your prenatal check-up yet? How’s the baby doing?”
“Everything’s fine,” Farrah replied, her voice bubbling with warmth and serene happiness that filled the room.
Freya exhaled a deep sigh of relief upon hearing the good news.
They switched off the bedside lamp, and the darkness enveloped the room as they lay side by side, each ensnared by their own swirling thoughts as sleep slowly overtook them.
As the night deepened, Freya succumbed to the embrace of sleep, undisturbed by Kristian’s earlier attempt at affection. Meanwhile, Farrah lay awake, her mind a storm of worries that kept sleep at bay.
Downstairs, Kristian, restless and compelled by his own concerns, dialed Gerard’s number.
It was well past three in the early morning—a time when any unexpected call was bound to grate on one’s nerves, Gerard’s included.
“Does it really have to be at this hour? Why the urgent call?” Gerard grumbled into the phone, his voice thick with sleep.
“Just because you’re my boss doesn’t give you the right to disrupt my night.”
“Get up. I’ll make sure you see an extra ten thousand on your paycheck this month for your troubles.” Kristian’s deep voice resonated with an enticing offer.
Ten thousand dollars? The fog of sleep cleared from Gerard’s mind instantly.
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