She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 35

Chapter 35 I'm Carrying Kristian's Child

During his last visit to the hospital, Hugh had only received a cursory explanation. Now, he was determined to uncover every detail.

He was eager to piece together Freya's life in the past two years.

"There's really not much to tell. I was merely a substitute," Freya responded, her voice even and her demeanor

unruffled.

Now, she could discuss the past without her emotions getting in the way. "The masquerade has ended, and it's time for us to resume our separate lives." Hugh was visibly startled by her revelation.

A mere substitute?

"Why didn't you inform me earlier?" he inquired, his voice tinged with confusion.

"I'm no child; I'm capable of handling such matters," Freya countered, her tone firm. "Moreover, he does have an appealing visage."

Hugh's heart didn't lighten at her words.

Far from it, his concerns only deepened.

"Mina," he uttered softly.

"If there's nothing more, we might as well leave it there," Freya interjected, her voice closing off any further discussion. "I had a restless night; I need to make up for lost sleep."

"There's another matter..." Hugh pressed on, unwilling to leave it there.

Freya, sensing more was coming, gave him a look and asked, "What is it?"

"Her daughter is employed by the Briggs Group. Should you visit, it's probable you'll encounter her." Hugh couldn't muster the courage to meet Freya's gaze as he spoke, his voice wavering slightly.

Freya instantly grasped whom he was hinting at.

Feeling a knot of unease in his stomach, Hugh tentatively offered, "If it bothers you, I could have my secretary reassign her."

"Do whatever you think best," Freya responded disinterestedly, her mind clearly esewhere.

Hugh's uncertainty grew, but he hesitated to press the issue, wary of truly irking Freya

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Chapter 35 fm Carrying Kristian's Child

Freya, meanwhile, had spent the entire morning enveloped in sleep.

It was only in the late afternoon, around three or four, that she stirred to check the

time and noticed a new text message on her phone.

"This is Ashley. Could you possibly reach out to Kristian for me? There's a matter of some urgency I need to

discuss with him."

Freya paused, taken aback.

really so bold these days, contacting

continued with her

the martyr, nor did she care to get involved

felt off-like something wasn't

of everyone at Shaw Group, Ashley had sent the message to the

her.

growing suspicion, her

a series of

recognized the caller ID-it was the same number that

Freya

voice floated through the speaker. "Is this Ms. Briggs? This is Ashley Bradley. Could

with him."

responded sharply, her tone leaving no room

I speak with him," Ashley insisted, her voice a mixture of pleading and urgency.

never one to mince words with her. "Why would you think it's appropriate for me to connect

fell on

"People should have

Briggs..." Ashley

the call abruptly, blocking and deleting Ashley's number from

to entertain any

be honest, she had no idea what was going

I'm desperate to see Kristian. He's been steering clear of me because of your agreement,

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message from yet another unfamiliar number, her features

mistress imploring a wife for access to

you,

other,

that hit with the

was pregnant-and the child was

intrusive messages, but Ashley's boldness left

you really think flaunting your pregnancy with a married man is something to broadcast?" she snapped "Continue this harassment, and I will

dispatched, the flurry of incessant calls and messages abruptly

character, he was a man of his word And considering Ashley had only returned to town a few weeks ago,

of Ashley's provocative messages, and with a mixture of dread and defiance, uploaded them to her social

buzzing with a barrage of

out, "Whoa, truly spectacular! I've never witnessed

expressed his

commented, "Is this

a cold wave-she

from this explosive reveal

Her heart sank.

the chaos you've sparked! The mistress is acting like she's proud of stealing someone's husband-right

a grueling session

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,

with a mix of resentment and resignation. After a moment's hesitation,

he asked, "Can you explan your post to me?" His question hung in the air, heavy with