Chapter 56

Chapter 56 Being Blamed Again

A shiver raced down Farrah's spine, and with a startled gaze, she jerked her hand

away. Her eyes were wide. with a spark of fear. "Pregnant? Me? That's

impossible!"

Confusion clouded her mind.

How did her friend discern pregnancy just from a touch at her wrist?

"So, how far along are you?" Freya pierced the veil of Farrah's denial with a pointed question, choosing to confront her directly.

She had once read a book about using pulse diagnosis to determine pregnancy. Although she had never practiced it and wasn't entirely sure of Farrah's condition, she decided to take a bold guess.

Confronted by Freya's unwavering stare, Farrah realized there was no escaping the truth.

With a heavy sigh, she dropped her gaze and confessed to her. "Just over two months."

"And yet you still..." Freya's voice trailed off, her thoughts on Farrah's unreliable husband. "You really shouldn't have sex during the initial trimester."

"We didn't do it," Farrah murmured. Her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she added, "When he tried to, I ended up infuriating him so much that he'd storm out.”

Freya's brow furrowed in concern.

Even considering their marriage was a business arrangement, and even if Farrah's husband harbored affection for another, his actions hadn't been justified in endangering Farrah or their unborn child.

The mere thought that anger was needed to fend him off raised serious questions about how he usually treated Farrah.

to wrap up early and head back," Farrah suddenly said. She was aware that lingering any longer might unearth more secrets, secrets she was keen to keep under wraps. She didn't want Freya to worry excessively about her, especially since her husband was not a man Freya could afford to

powerful and influential family, a family whose reach

unmatched.

futile. Farrah was determined not to let her friend be pulled into this chaotic

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her voice filled

Let me know once you've settled in a new city. I'll drop

hastened away, not allowing Freya the opportunity to delve deeper or

the private room for a moment longer, her thoughts chuded with concern for Farrah. She eventually reached for her phone and sent a heartfelt message. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to

Farrah's enigmatic husband,

their secrets, their private

the message and felt a surge

out of the private room, oblivious to the online

had rocketed into the trending

by this unfamiliar name, countless users clicked through, driven by a burning

images featuring two silhouettes, veiled in a soft focus. Despite their obscured features, their graceful and confident postures shone through, allowing

caption, saying, "Ashley Bradley caught in a stealthy encounter with a

How come I've never

care

even a

a concoction. Why must gossip columns assassinate

on some powerful toes

shadows of the industry for six years, never stirring headlines nor stepping on toes. Who would orchestrate such spite?" “Isn't the man in

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