Chapter 274:
He needed to confront Ashley—face to face.
“Not talking? Fine, I’ll guess. Is it the divorce? Feeling hesitant now that it’s actually happening?”
Kristian’s hand froze over his mouse on hearing those words.
The word “divorce” sank into his chest like a stone. Thoughts of Freya flooded in—her smile, her quiet strength, their highs and lows, every argument, every shared moment.
“Looks like I was right,” Felipe said, watching him closely. He stood and approached the desk.
But Kristian had already shut down his computer, grabbed his phone and coat, and was heading for the door.
He needed to confront Ashley and get to the bottom of things.
Felipe tried to stop him in his tracks, but Kristian gave him no room. He had to chase after Kristian. “Hey! It was just a joke! You’re really that upset?”
Kristian stopped, his eyes unreadable.
“Your wife helped my wife leave the city, and I didn’t take it out on you. Why give me the cold shoulder? It’s just Freya. You can find someone else after the divorce.”
“No wonder Farrah left you,” Kristian said, his voice even and devoid of emotion. “Given your intelligence, perhaps you’ll fare better in your next life.”
Felipe’s expression clouded over, a mix of hurt and confusion washing over his features.
Unperturbed, Kristian pressed on, “When have I ever said I was upset?”
“Your assistant claimed as much,” Felipe countered, his voice laced with a trace of doubt. “Is it possible he lied? You…”
Kristian’s attention had already drifted away, his thoughts spiraling elsewhere.
A sudden epiphany struck him.
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Memories flooded back—the car accident that involved Ashley, the incessant online gossip, Freya’s secretive dealings with Trent. It dawned on him that his understanding of these events had always come second-hand.
And the tales were invariably at odds with what Freya had portrayed.
Felipe saw the shift in Kristian’s demeanor. As Kristian stood there, a pained expression shadowing his face, Felipe waved his hand before his eyes. “Really? Just a few words and you’re this upset?”
Kristian remained silent, his jaw set firmly as he took determined steps out of the office.
He had to face the truth—Felipe had hit the mark.
Through it all, he seemed to be the one who had turned into someone different. Freya had remained completely herself, unchanged and true.
“Hey!” Felipe shouted, chasing after Kristian, but the latter had already slipped into the elevator and was descending.
Gerard, sensing a disturbance in the air, set down the stack of papers he was holding and ventured cautiously, “Mr. Yates, is there something wrong with Mr. Shaw?”
“He lost his mind today,” Felipe answered, his voice laced with confusion and a simmering frustration.
With that, he stormed off, indifferent to whatever Gerard or the others might think or feel.
Gerard stood there, dumbfounded, as did the rest of the secretarial staff.
They were all still waiting on Kristian’s essential signature.
Convinced that Kristian was not in the right frame of mind, Gerard gave up hope of getting any cooperation from him that day. Meanwhile, Kristian had driven off to see Ashley.
When he arrived, he found Ashley still cocooned in the comforts of her afternoon slumber.
Her eyes widened in surprise as he appeared. “Kristian? What are you doing here so suddenly?”
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