Chapter 96:
As Freya methodically popped open more bottles, she handed one to Frederick, her movements deliberate. “Take this.”
“Freya,” Frederick called out, his voice tinged with hesitation.
“Just spit it out,” Freya snapped, clearly not in the mood for any games.
Frederick’s lips tightened, a wave of unease washing over him as he contemplated revealing the hidden truth. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, “There’s something I need to confess.”
“Continue.” Freya urged him, her tone clipped.
Frederick hesitated for a moment before he continued, “Our friends already know about your dealings with Kristian.”
Freya stopped mid-sip, her glass pausing in the air.
Sweat beaded on Frederick’s forehead as his anxiety spiked. Freya’s demeanor grew frosty, her aura charged with tension.
“As you warned me against informing them, they were inadvertently near my computer…” Frederick’s voice trailed off weakly, laced with nerves.
Regretfully, he added, “I couldn’t stop them from uncovering everything.”
Freya’s eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a distant quality. “And how did they take it?”
“They lashed out at me!” Frederick exclaimed, a mix of indignation and pain in his voice. “They accused you of favoritism, of only confiding in me and excluding them.”
Freya’s expression hardened, a storm brewing in her gaze.
Her fingers tightened subtly around the bottle.
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“Freya…” Frederick’s voice was laden with concern as he watched her reaction.
“I’ll arrange to meet them after I’ve secured the divorce decree,” Freya murmured, her voice subdued and strained. “We can talk then.”
Frederick responded with a hesitant tone, “This month might be tricky.”
Freya’s brow furrowed in confusion.
Frederick remarked casually, “They’re likely tied up.”
“Why’s that?” she inquired.
He explained, “One’s jetting off with his girlfriend, another’s meeting a friend from online for the first time, and yet another’s off to visit his partner’s parents.”
“They’re all seeing someone?” Freya’s voice carried a note of surprise.
“You hadn’t heard?” Frederick asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
“What was I supposed to know?” she retorted.
Frederick counted off on his fingers. “Out of the seven of us, just me, Trent, and Riley are still single.” His tone grew more indignant. “The others have been quietly dating. And you, you went ahead and got married!”
His frustration was palpable, but then he remembered her current situation.
“Freya—” His voice trailed off, filled with awkward regret.
He felt a twinge, as if he had inadvertently touched a tender bruise.
“Are they actually dating now?” Freya’s spirits soared, a noticeable shift in her demeanor.
“Haven’t you seen the updates in our group chat?” Frederick inquired.
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