Chapter 301:
“If she’s a kind soul, then there’s nothing to worry about,” Felipe mused, his voice laced with doubt. “But if she’s a fugitive on the run from Interpol, that’s a whole different story.”
Kristian’s gaze shifted to him, filled with disbelief.
Felipe bristled. “What’s with that look?”
“Trent is her friend,” Kristian responded coolly, his mind sharp, refusing to be swayed by Felipe’s wild theories. “If Freya really had a criminal past, he would know about it.”
“I’m just throwing out possibilities,” Felipe shrugged casually. “After all, your wife is quite mysterious.”
Kristian didn’t bother to answer.
He had spent two years with Freya, and in that time, he had never uncovered anything that hinted at hidden layers beneath her surface.
But now, in the final stretch before their divorce, she had started mixing with the elite circles of Alerith and displaying skills in hacking that were beyond anything he had imagined. And just when he thought he had seen it all, this mysterious playing card appeared.
What other secrets was Freya keeping?
“Tomorrow’s the big day, right?” Felipe broke the silence, his voice light but tinged with curiosity. “Are you planning to dig deeper into her past using that surveillance footage?”
“That’s none of your concern,” Kristian replied, his voice firm.
Felipe, ever persistent, offered a half-hearted chuckle. “It may not be my business, but I do worry about you. After all, you’re about to sever your last link to her.”
Kristian’s gaze remained steady.
Ⱡ𝗮𝗍𝙚𝕤𝖙 ς𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗲𝖗𝗌 ɢ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝚌𝗈𝗆
“Think about it,” Felipe pressed on, standing up and placing a hand on Kristian’s shoulder. “Once the divorce is final, she’ll be out of your life. But what if, while you’re digging through her past, you find something that pulls you in again? With her personality, she might not be as inclined to come back to you.”
Kristian gave a sharp retort. “Focus on finding Farrah before you worry about my affairs.”
Felipe fell silent, clearly caught off guard by the cold dismissal.
Kristian wasn’t one to linger. He grabbed the flash drive and left Felipe’s villa without a second thought. As he drove back, Felipe’s words continued to echo in his mind.
Divorcing Freya meant there would be no more ties between them. Digging deeper into her life seemed like an exercise in futility.
But the more he thought about it, the more the nagging questions lingered. By the time he returned to his villa, it was already close to dawn. Instead of resting, he found himself slowing down the footage of Freya conjuring the playing card, stretching the image to capture every detail.
Yet, the card appeared only as a fleeting shadow—too elusive to reveal how Freya had performed the trick.
When he finally snapped back to reality, daylight had already broken through.
According to their arrangement, today was supposed to be the day they finalized their divorce.
Yet, for reasons he couldn’t explain, he found himself hesitating. The thought of severing the last bond he had with Freya, of becoming strangers, unsettled him.
As he wrestled with his emotions, a message from Gerard popped up on his phone. “Miss Bradley has left Jeucwell. We’ve lost track of her.”
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