Chapter 71:
Kristian, unable to contain his frustration, declared bitterly, “Had it not been for your resemblance to her, you wouldn’t have caught my eye a second time.”
Freya’s response was icy. “I dare you to say that again.”
It was one thing to suspect the truth, quite another to hear it confirmed. Being a mere substitute was not to her liking.
“The only reason I married you, cared for you, and stayed by your side is because you reminded me of Ashley.”
Suddenly, a loud bang erupted.
“Sir!” Gerard cried out, his voice laced with alarm.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Freya swung her fist, striking Kristian squarely in the face.
Had she not considered the risk of breaking his nose, she might not have restrained her punch at all.
“Do you think such words make me feel lesser, distressed, or somehow indebted to Ashley for my life?” Freya challenged, her tone devoid of sympathy as she spoke over Kristian’s groans.
Holding his throbbing cheek, Kristian sat stunned, speechless from the impact.
“Shouldn’t you feel that way?” Kristian grimaced in agony, his reply frosty as he struggled to maintain composure.
“You’re utterly delusional.” Freya’s anger was palpable, her voice laced with frustration as she shot back. “Why should I feel lesser and distressed by your blunders? Without Ashley Bradley, I would only thrive.”
“Just try and see.” With a venomous tone, Kristian’s anger boiled over, his words cutting deeply. “See if anyone else, apart from me, would offer you so much in a divorce. You really should know your place. I acknowledge your skill, yet the world teems with skilled individuals. In business, interests reign supreme. They’ll safeguard their wealth by prenuptial agreements, and if you part ways, you’ll be left with nothing.”
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After striking him, a wave of calm washed over Freya. “Got it all out?”
“You are not Ethel; the Briggs family is no safety net for you,” Kristian sneered.
“My memory is just fine,” Freya snapped back, her tone stern. “I’m not looking to marry for a divorce payout.”
Kristian’s face softened momentarily, caught off guard.
Unyielding, Freya continued, “It doesn’t matter to me if he secures his wealth before we wed. I seek a partner who genuinely loves me, values our life together, and aspires to foster a loving home. Just because that’s how you live doesn’t mean everyone else does.” The last flicker of warmth in her heart died out completely then. “Not all men are fboys like you.”
Without pausing for his reaction or a reply, she turned on her heel and strode away.
Kristian remained rooted to the spot for what felt like an eternity, stunned and haunted by her departing words.
She had spoken of her longing for someone who truly loved and valued her.
Abruptly, a tide of disquiet overwhelmed him, as if something precious had slipped through his fingers, possibly forever.
“Sir, are you alright?” Gerard’s voice broke through the silence, hesitant and laced with concern.
The confrontation with Freya had been intense; she had even struck his boss.
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