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.

factors meant only one thing-Kristian was

screen, baffled. Did Freya wake up

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

she emerged, her phone was a disaster-dozens of unread

needed. Frederick Price-aka Fred-had clearly blabbed about her resurrection

draped over her damp hair, she reached for her

flashed;

Two years of

due to a situation

father nor

pause, she answered

Silence.

to hang up when Hugh Briggs' raspy voice

name clawed

want?" she

his words. "Frederick told

digging

had no

passed before Hugh ventured, "What's your

the word hang.

Hugh's

She was

"You" he started.

didn't want to waste any more breath

"Wait!" he rushed.

She held her tongue.

line crackled

"When are you coming

he added, "Your mom's

tightened around the phone. For a flicker, emotion crossed her face- then vanished.

up before he could

stared at the dead line, frustration curdling in his chest. He hadn't even asked about

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