Chapter 91:
Initially, Freya resolved to ignore the intrusive messages, but Ashley’s boldness left her no choice.
“Do you really think flaunting your pregnancy with a married man is something to broadcast?” she snapped. “Continue this harassment, and I will be forced to bring your indiscretion out into the open.”
With that stern warning dispatched, the flurry of incessant calls and messages abruptly ceased.
Freya harbored skepticism about Ashley’s claim. Despite Kristian’s flawed character, he was a man of his word.
And considering Ashley had only returned to town a few weeks ago, the timeline for her pregnancy claim seemed highly questionable.
Engrossed in thought, she captured several screenshots of Ashley’s provocative messages, and with a mixture of dread and defiance, uploaded them to her social media. She adorned the post with the tantalizing caption, “What a revelation.”
Instantly, her phone began buzzing with a barrage of reactions. Frederick was quick to express his astonishment, typing out, “Whoa, truly spectacular! I’ve never witnessed such boldness before.”
Trent also expressed his shock.
Ethel commented, “Is this woman his first love?”
A sudden realization struck Freya like a cold wave—she hadn’t excluded her family from this explosive reveal. Her heart sank.
In the midst of the turmoil, Melinda rushed to inform Kristian, her words sharp and urgent. “See the chaos you’ve sparked! The mistress is acting like she’s proud of stealing someone’s husband—right in front of Freya!”
Kristian, who had just finished a grueling session of work, felt a headache brewing.
F𝓾ll 𝒔𝓽𝑜𝓻𝓎 𝒶𝓋𝓪i𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓉 g𝓪l𝑛ovєls.𝓬𝓸𝓶
He sighed deeply, massaging his forehead as he reluctantly reached for his phone. The sight of Freya’s post made his eyes narrow in annoyance.
Compelled by a mixture of concern and curiosity, he immediately made a call to Freya.
She eyed the incoming call with a mix of resentment and resignation. After a moment’s hesitation, influenced by Ashley’s news, she answered with a guarded tone, “Hello?”
Kristian wasted no time, his voice a blend of confusion and irritation as he asked, “Can you explain your post to me?” His question hung in the air, heavy with implications.
Pregnant? That was impossible—he hadn’t been with anyone else.
Freya laughed lightly and said, “You really don’t know what this means?”
“Spell it out for me,” Kristian demanded, his voice firm.
“This comes from your so-called true love,” Freya remarked bluntly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she anticipated his explanation. “I’m quite intrigued about how she ended up pregnant.”
“I’m clueless,” Kristian replied.
Freya simply answered with a nonchalant, “Oh.”
“Text me your address. I’ll swing by and use your phone to reach out to her. We need to clear this up,” he insisted. Driven by a stronger urge than Freya to uncover the truth, Kristian asserted, “I’ll make sure you get a clear explanation.”
Freya messaged him the address of a nearby café.
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