Chapter 35:
Zander exhaled, ignoring the question. Instead, he locked eyes with Kristian. “Kristian… you’re making a mistake.”
A heavy silence settled over the group.
Kristian’s jaw clenched. “Getting bold with the flattery, aren’t we?” His temper simmered just beneath the surface, barely restrained.
Zander rubbed his temple, choosing his words carefully. Back then, he had spoken hypothetically. Now, knowing Kristian was divorcing Freya for Ashley, he was certain Kristian would come to regret his decision.
“I have business to attend to.” Kristian stood abruptly, shooting Felipe and Zander a warning look. “Remember what I told you.” They nodded stiffly.
As Kristian passed Freya, his dark gaze flicked between her and Trent. “If you’re serious about her, be ready to hand over your fortune. She’s got expensive tastes.”
Trent didn’t miss a beat. “She can have every last penny. It’s hers if she wants it.”
Kristian’s hands curled into fists at his sides.
Even Felipe and Zander stiffened—Trent’s words were a declaration, not a jest.
“Hope you two dive into that relationship quickly—it should be quite the adventure!” Kristian spat, storming out before the suffocating tension overwhelmed him.
Trent followed Freya out, and soon they were in his car.
Freya shot him a sidelong glance, her disapproval clear. “Why did you provoke him like that?”
“Your father sent me to assist you—he instructed me to say those things.” Trent’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, his demeanor effortlessly commanding. “Though I admit, the rift between you two is deeper than I expected.”
“It wasn’t always this way.” Freya slumped back against the seat, exhaustion creeping into her voice. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him today.”
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“Jealousy,” Trent stated plainly, as if diagnosing a simple fact.
Freya’s mouth twitched in disbelief. “Don’t be absurd,” she scoffed. She knew Kristian had been obsessed with Ashley for years. The idea of him being jealous over her was laughable.
“Sometimes, men don’t recognize their own emotions until it’s too late,” Trent’s eyes glinted with quiet amusement. “He’ll only realize what he’s lost when you’re truly gone.”
Freya said nothing. The way Trent spoke, so matter-of-fact, made it sound inevitable.
“If he begged you to remarry him… you’d refuse, wouldn’t you?” Trent asked, watching her closely.
“Yes.” The answer left her lips without hesitation. “Even if he is jealous—which he’s not—it changes nothing. I gave him six months to reconsider. He didn’t.”
“Good.” Trent’s shoulders relaxed slightly.
“When are you heading back to Alerith?” Freya changed the subject.
“Once your divorce is finalized.” Trent tilted his head, his smile polished and deliberate. “Your father insisted. Besides, I have business in Jeucwell to settle.”
Freya nodded. “Alright.”
Trent wasn’t just a legal titan—his influence stretched deep into corporate circles. Since childhood, he’d been the golden boy, the standard against which others were measured. Her father, Hugh, adored him. Their bond was unshakable, and Freya had no intention of interfering, despite her own strained relationship with Hugh.
The rest of the ride passed in silence. When Trent pulled up to the villa’s iron gates, he added softly, “Call me if you need anything. I’ll always answer.”
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