Chapter 211:
Trent’s hands remained steady on the wheel as he cast a brief, meaningful glance her way.
“You’re not aware of her ties to Felipe, are you?”
Confusion clouded Freya’s expression. The puzzle pieces weren’t aligning. How did Felipe fit into this picture again?
“This morning, I caught Felipe and Farrah in a heated argument in the living room,” Trent explained, though he confessed to missing most of the fiery exchange.
“Felipe mentioned Farrah was his wife.”
“What?” Freya exclaimed, the weight of the revelation making her head spin.
If Felipe was Farrah’s husband, was he the scumbag she was talking about?
A marriage orchestrated for corporate gains was one thing; a resurrected past romance was quite another. Yet, the thought of him coercing Farrah, especially during her pregnancy, filled Freya with indignation.
While Trent’s eyes returned to the road, his jaw set in concentration, Freya wrestled with her next move. Calling Farrah risked intrusion if she was in Felipe’s presence.
So she opted for discretion, typing out a message.
“Is Felipe actually your husband?”
Farrah, sitting in the back of Liam’s car, felt her phone vibrate.
She glanced at the screen, hesitating as Freya’s message popped up. After a moment of contemplation, weighed down by the gravity of her response, she replied,
“Yes.”
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Farrah offered nothing more, her lips sealed tight.
To shield Freya from undue concern, she adopted a breezy, upbeat demeanor as she shared,
“Honestly, I never would have guessed Kristian is the one you ended up marrying on a whim. It’s downright astonishing.”
A ripple of worry flickered across Freya’s face as she absorbed the message.
Trent, picking up on her unease, inquired gently,
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s married to Felipe,” Freya answered slowly, her gaze locked on her phone screen.
“But she quickly shifted the topic.”
After a few more exchanges, when Freya learned that Farrah was in Liam’s car, she chose not to probe any further.
She made sure Farrah knew that, no matter the storm, her support would always be there.
“Will the divorce decree come through by the end of the month?” Trent asked, piecing together the timeline.
Freya confirmed with a succinct,
“Yes.”
“Call me once it’s all settled, and I’ll arrange a flight back to Alerith.” Trent’s demeanor towards Freya was always tender.
Freya turned to him and asked,
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