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.

meant only one

baffled. Did Freya wake up in a

papers. After a pause, she snatched a pen, scrawled her name, and shoved them into a drawer.

a disaster-dozens

Price-aka Fred-had clearly blabbed about her resurrection to

hair, she reached for her phone-only

flashed; it was her

tightened. Two years of

due to a situation involving

out to her father nor had he contacted

pause, she answered

Silence.

one for patience, was about to hang up when Hugh Briggs'

clawed at buried

do you want?" she

guilt threading his words.

were digging

Freya had no interest in his

before Hugh ventured, "What's your

She let the word

Hugh's

She was

"You" he started.

want

"Wait!" he rushed.

She held her tongue.

line crackled

muttered, "When are you coming back? That woman's

he added, "Your mom's

For a

hung up before

line, frustration curdling in his chest. He hadn't even

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