She Took The House The Car And My Heart

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.

a powerful and influential family, a family whose

unmatched.

billion strong-challenging them was futile. Farrah was determined not to let her friend be pulled into this chaotic whirlwind or

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56 Being Blamed

Freya called out, her voice

Farrah swiftly grabbed her purse and slipped on her hat and sunglasses. "I'm heading out now. Let me know once you've settled in a new city. I'll drop by when I have some free time.

allowing Freya the opportunity to

thoughts chuded with concern for Farrah. She eventually reached for her phone and sent

to uncover the identity of Farrah's enigmatic husband, but

secrets, their private realms

of her car, she saw the message and felt a surge of

Freya stepped out of the private room, oblivious to the online tempest that

hashtag "#AshleyBradleyTheHomewrecker" had rocketed into the

by this unfamiliar name, countless users clicked through, driven by a burning desire to unearth the story

their obscured features, their graceful

Bradley caught in a stealthy encounter with

Ashley Bradley? How come

anyone care

is this even a

concoction. Why must

stepped on some powerful toes to be

the industry for six years, never stirring headlines nor stepping on toes. Who would orchestrate