Chapter 34:
“Eager to take my place?” Kristian snarled, the words raw and unplanned. Regret lashed him the moment they escaped.
Everyone froze.
Even Felipe stiffened. No one expected such venom. If he truly wanted the divorce, why the rage?
“Kristian. Freya had meant to stay silent, but his words were a bridge too far. Do you ever use that brain for anything beyond decoration?”
Kristian’s hand froze mid-air. Temper flaring, he shot back, “Then stop giving me reasons to say these things.”
“You’re insane.” Arguing was pointless.
She drained her wine in one savage tilt.
As she reached for a second glass, Kristian’s jaw twitched. He moved to stop her, but Trent was faster.
“Don’t,” he murmured, eyes soft with concern. “It’s not good for you.”
Freya set the glass down, her emotions in turmoil. She’d never imagined Kristian could wound her so deeply.
It seemed you and Freya share a close bond,” Felipe remarked, curiosity piqued as he studied Trent’s expression, searching for hidden meanings.
“We’ve known each other for years,” Trent replied smoothly. “Our bond has always been strong.”
Felipe leaned toward Kristian, whispering, “They’re clearly just friends. If there was anything more between them, wouldn’t it have happened by now? Why wait?”
“Shut up,” Kristian muttered, his chest tightening with an emotion he refused to name.
𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝗱𝘁𝗵𝓮 𝗰𝗵𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 @ gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩼.c𝗈𝗺
Freya wasn’t one to tolerate slights quietly—she made sure anyone who crossed her regretted it.
Her gaze settled calmly on Zander. “Mr. Loftus, I’ve always admired your integrity. You strike me as the kind of man who’d make an excellent husband.”
The room fell silent, confusion flickering across every face. No one could follow her sudden shift in tone.
“Where’s this coming from?” Zander asked, eyes darting to Kristian, whose expression had darkened.
“I saw you on that dating show,” Freya said, voice laced with quiet amusement. “Your perspective on love and commitment was… refreshingly principled.”
Zander blinked, utterly lost.
“What did he say?” Felipe interjected, leaning forward.
Freya’s smile was razor-thin. “They posed a hypothetical: What if your idealized first love returned after marriage? Would you leave your spouse for them? His answer was the only one that made sense.”
Felipe’s gaze snapped to Kristian, the unspoken parallel hanging in the air.
Zander stiffened as realization struck.
For that hypothetical, his response had been scathing: only a selfish fool would abandon their vows for a ghost of the past.
Now, with Kristian leaving Freya for Ashley, the irony was unbearable.
“Well? What’d you say?” Felipe nudged him impatiently.
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