Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Kristian Was Pure Scumbag

The reason behind Kristian's refusal was simple. Before Ashley returned, he needed someone to manage his elders at home-and Freya, adored by his parents and grandpa, was the obvious choice.

But sometimes, Freya couldn't help but wonder-did he really think she was a fool? Otherwise, why would he assume she'd play along in hiding his affair?

Now, with his sudden demand for divorce, frustration simmered inside her. Even after six months of steeling herself, a stubborn flicker of emotion remained. She let out a slow breath, crossed to the sofa, and grabbed her phone.

She tapped the contact labeled "Fred"-untouched for two years-and typed, "Check if Shaw Group's facing any issues. And find out if Kristian's terminally ill."

Fred's replies exploded onto the screen instantly.

"Holy-Freya?!"

"Never thought I'd hear from you again!"

"Two years, Freya. TWO."

"Where've you been?!"

She didn't bother explaining.

Mood sour, she fired back a single word, "Check."

Fred caved. "On it!"

She tossed the phone aside and waited.

If Kristian was divorcing her to spare her some tragedy, she'd forgive him-maybe even help. But if he was just an unfaithful jerk? She'd drop him without a second thought.

Thirty minutes later, her phone buzzed with Fred's verdict. "Zero troubles. No illness, no crisis. Why the hell are you asking? Kristian's loaded, hot, and sharp— you two are a match. Don't you like pretty boys? Give it a shot!"

She ignored the jab and shot back, "You are so blind."

Then she silenced her phone.

only one thing-Kristian was

screen, baffled. Did Freya wake up in a

on the divorce papers. After a pause, she snatched a pen, scrawled her name, and shoved them into a drawer. Then she headed for the

her phone was a disaster-dozens of unread messages

Price-aka Fred-had clearly blabbed

hair, she reached

flashed; it

Two years of silence, and

a situation involving her mother, and neither had

her father nor

a pause, she

Silence.

was about to hang up when

name clawed at buried

want?" she

words. "Frederick told me you reached

you were digging into

Freya had no interest in his

before Hugh ventured, "What's your relationship with

the word hang.

Hugh's

hitched. She

"You" he started.

I'm done." Freya didn't want to

"Wait!" he rushed.

She held her tongue.

crackled with

muttered, "When are you coming back?

he added, "Your mom's belongings are

tightened around the phone. For a

hung up before he

frustration curdling in his chest. He hadn't

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