The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Chapter 389 Edge of Desperation

When Frey woke up again, she found herself at the edge of the same cliff where she had previously failed to jump.

Her hands were tightly bound, her head throbbed from the blow, and she felt dizzy.

Frey stood precariously at the cliff's edge, just one push away from falling into the abyss.

Abigail, with a distorted and crazed expression, stood before her, staring intensely.

One end of the rope tying Frey was secured to a nearby rock by Abigail, who toyed with a dagger.

As long as she cut the rope, Frey would plummet into the void.

"Frey, we meet again," Abigail sneered, the dagger hovering over the taut rope but not cutting it.

Frey looked at her coldly. "Abigail, how does it feel to be a stray dog lately?"

Abigail raised her

Frey pressed her tongue against her cheek,

"I didn't expect you to still come after

this time! If I can't marry Nathaniel,

loudly. "Fine, then kill me. Let's see how Nathaniel will ever forgive

taken aback by Frey's words and realized something. Her face turned pale, and she stared at Frey. "Did you set a trap? Did you do

you finally figured it out. The news of my engagement to Nathaniel in Saeviffe was deliberately spread through

Abigail understood everything now.

Nathaniel had driven her insane. Frey had indeed set a trap for her. Now, she couldn't leave Stanna even if she

expect you to outsmart me. I thought you were just

I'll kill you today. Once you fall, everyone will think you slipped off the

you love being in

last moment of fame today. The trending

bride-to-be falls of

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wedding.' How about that?