Chapter 46 Is It That You Trust Everyone Else But......


    Everyone fell into a heavy silence.


    They had merely followed the scripted deceit. Yet, inexplicably, Kristian had swallowed the tale whole.


    "Mr. Shaw, actually..." one of them, grappling with a twinge of guilt, began, his voice trailing off as he considered revealing the truth-that Freya truly was swift on her feet.


    Kristian''s gaze swept over them, frosty and detached.


    The man in the white T-shirt hastened to borate. "Ms. Briggs indeed outpaced us, but only because she''d asked us earlier to ease off, ensuring she wouldn''t get caught."


    "Yes, yes, that''s precisely what happened."


    "That''s the whole story."


    The rest quickly echoed their agreement, nodding along without hesitation.


    The man in the white T-shirt cast a sharp, annoyed nce at hispanion who had nearly let the truth slip.


    Freya caught the exchange from the corner of her eye.


    "Get lost," Kristian snapped, his anger no longer contained.


    At hismand, the group dissolved, scattering in all directions like leaves in the wind.


    Freya wanted to keep someone back to ask questions, but it was toote.


    Gerard, noticing everyone dispersing, swiftly started the car, maneuvered it close by, and then exited.


    Before he could utter a word, he noticed Freya wrenching free from Kristian''s hold, her usually serene face now clouded with fury.


    Gerard began cautiously, "Mr. and Mrs. Shaw, perhaps we should discuss this matter at home."


    "Call me Freya or Ms. Briggs," she insisted sharply.


    Kristian''s presence seemed to drop in temperature, a frosty aura enveloping him. Gerard hesitated, then revised his address. "Ms. Briggs, who were those people we just encountered? How did youe to be involved with them?"


    The question visibly soured the expressions of both Freya and Kristian.


    Without a word, Freya turned and strode off, clearly not intending to follow the same path as Kristian.


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    "Stop!" Kristian''smand cut through the air,ced with fury.


    Freya continued on, tantly ignoring him.


    In a swift motion, Kristian reached out, grabbed her arm, and forcefully ushered


    her into the car, then snapped at Gerard with icy authority, "Drive!"


    Gerard, focusing intently on the road ahead,plied without a word.


    Freya felt a surge of anger towards Kristian but paused, reflecting that he wasn''t


    worth her fury. She knew he spirited her away merely to interrogate her about her actions, using her of trying to set up Ashley. It was no big deal.


    The car surged forward into the night.


    Over an hourter, they reached Kristian''s vi.


    Gerard, his hands shaking, hesitantly opened the door, bewildered by Kristian''s


    fury towards Freya, especially when she was the victim.


    Kristian yanked Freya from the car with a forceful tug.


    If not for her remarkable self-control, she might have flipped him over her shoulder in defense.


    Since their divorce wasn''t finalized, she held back her true strength to prevent any unforeseenplications. Kristian violently mmed the door behind them, the sound echoing through the night.


    Once they were inside, he flung Freya onto the couch and towered over her, his voiceced with usation. "What were you thinking? And how the hell did you know where I''d be?"


    "Don''t question me! Just ask the person who said I''m the mastermind," Freya snapped.


    "Freya Briggs!" he bellowed.


    "There''s no need to yell; I can hear you perfectly," Freya snapped back, her voice icy.


    "You got what you asked for, and you said yes to the divorce. So why drag Ashley into this mess and use her of arranging for assants to attack you?" Kristian demanded, his frustration palpable. "What are you really after?"


    In that moment, a curious urge overtook Freya. She rose to her feet, her frame dwarfed by Kristian''s height.


    She met his gaze squarely. "Is it that you trust everyone else but me?"


    “Think about it—what do you think my answer is?" he snapped, tossing the me right back her way.


    "I''ve made my point clear," Freya replied, her voice dripping with disappointment. "Believe it or not, that''s your choice."


    "I''m warning you for thest time-cut out these underhanded tactics." Anger red in Kristian as he thought about the situation, his voice growing sharp. "If you dare harm Ashley again, I won''t let you off so easily."


    Freya remained silent, her expression unreadable. She simply let his words float by, barely registering them. Watching her nonchnt demeanor, Kristian felt a wave of frustration wash over him. How could she maintain


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    such arrogance after her blunders?


    "For the next few days, you''re staying here," he dered, his tone leaving no room for debate. "You''re not stepping outside until we settle this divorce!"


    With a wave of his hand, he summoned over twenty bodyguards to encircle the vi, securing every possible exit.


    Unfazed, Freya''s resilience shone through. Casually scanning the room, she inquired, "Where will I be sleeping?" Kristian halted, his anger simmering beneath the surface.


    He had poured out his frustrations, and yet, she was concerned about her sleeping arrangements!


    "Do you really think you can do as you please just because my family holds you in high regard?"


    "Of course, why not?" Freya replied, her voice now steady andposed. "Your grandpa has always treated me like I was his own granddaughter."


    Kristian fell into a brooding silence,beling her in his mind aspletely shameless.


    "Make sure you send over a few outfits for me," Freya instructed with a calm authority. "And pick up some tampons; my period is almost here."


    When he gave no answer, she insisted, "Did you get that?"


    "I''m not your errand boy,” Kristian retorted coldly.


    "So, are you suggesting I should go out and get them myself?"


    "In your dreams!" Kristian snapped back sharply.


    The exchange ended on a bitter note.


    Despite his annoyance, Kristian couldn''t shake off the memory of his grandfather''s fondness for Freya. Reluctantly, he instructed someone to gather the items.


    Freya settled into the room she once upied, savored a long, rxing shower, and then sank into bed with nothing but her phone to keep herpany.


    She contemted her escape options.


    She could leap from the second-floor window, reach out to Kristian''s family, or contact Trent for help.


    But she understood that challenging Kristian would only lead to relentless disputes.


    In the past three weeks, their arguments had be all too frequent. Frankly, she was exhausted by the


    constant strife.


    Desiring a moment of tranquility, she opted not to provoke further conflict.


    Lost in her thoughts, she reflected on the evening''s unfolding events.


    A crease formed between her eyebrows as she mulled things over, and eventually, she decided to make a call to Frederick. There were matters that needed delving into.


    The moment the call was answered, Frederick''s voice,ced with confusion, rang out. "Freya?"


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    "I need you to check something for me," she began, her voice carrying a hint of urgency. "Find out if Kristian has any close female friends." Freya expressed her suspicion. "Or if someone has taken a particr liking to him."


    The recent string of unsettling incidents weighed heavily on her mind-Ashley''s tragic ident and assault, and her own attack earlier that night. She couldn''t shake the feeling that these events were interconnected. Even though the perpetrator behind Ashley''s ident had been apprehended, her instincts screamed that the matter was far from resolved.


    She harbored suspicions that one mastermind was behind all these acts.


    This person, she believed, was intent on sabotaging her and Ashley''s reputations


    in Kristian''s eyes.


    The allegation against Freya concerning the car ident had almost turned Kristian against her, if not for herposed handling of the situation. Raping Ashley seemed designed to tarnish her image in Kristian''s view, a n foiled by his unwavering love and concern for her.


    Regarding the attack she endured that night, the assants had attempted to smear her reputation directly in front of Kristian.


    The underlying motive appeared clear: to turn Kristian against her.


    If she and Ashley were both sidelined, the path would be clear for someone else


    to im the coveted role of Kristian''s wife, orchestrated by the mastermind behind


    these malicious deeds.


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