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    Kristian fell into silence. Was she making it clear that she wanted to sever every connection between them? If a child were involved, would that soften her resolve? Would she stay for their sake?


    As these thoughts swirled in his mind, a pang of frustration flickered within him—directed squarely at Felipe. Why hadn’t Farrah divorced him?


    “Once you’re in Alerith, keep Farrah hidden,” Kristian suddenly said. “Felipe already knows she’s there.”


    Freya faltered for a moment. Why had the conversation shifted to Farrah?


    She didn’t think much of it, nor did she suspect Kristian was trying to manipte her. She answered with a quiet confidence, “Alerith is a big city; he’ll never find her.”


    Kristian didn’t speak further.


    Her confidence intrigued him. Was she relying on her own skills, on Trent’s connections, or perhaps the influence of the Briggs family? As he mulled over these questions, his gaze lingered on her, studying her more carefully than before.


    “We’re here,” Freya announced, her voice steady as she parked the car and nced at the courthouse across the street. She pulled out the car key, intending to get out.


    At that exact moment, Kristian’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist.


    Freya looked at him, her expression perplexed, as though she were staring at a stranger. “What’s wrong?”


    “Can you tell me who you really are now?” Kristian’s dark eyes searched hers, the intensity of his grip increasing. “And where is your family?”


    Freya’s gaze flickered, just for a second.


    She hadn’t nned on revealing any of this to him, but the words left her lips almost reluctantly. “I’ll tell you after we’re divorced.”


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    “Can’t you say it now?” Kristian’s brow furrowed, a note of frustration creeping into his voice.


    “No,” Freya replied firmly, wrenching her wrist from his grasp. “Hurry up, or the staff will be off work soon.” With that, she swiftly exited the car.


    Kristian stared at his empty hand, memories flooding back—like a forgotten photograph.


    The time he’d taken her to meet Ashley. Back then, she had merely mentioned the pain he was causing her, but she hadn’t fought him off. Had she been hiding her ability to fight back all along?


    Before he could make sense of his thoughts, Freya had already opened the car door and pulled him out. They headed to the courthouse together.


    In less than half an hour, the paperwork waspleted, and their divorce was official.


    Kristian felt as if he were drifting in a dream, as if a significant part of his life had simply vanished in that instant.


    When the staff asked if they were divorcing voluntarily, he considered saying no. But he knew that if he did, Freya would vanish without a trace, leaving Jeucwell without a word, and he would never see her again.


    So, he nodded, signed the papers, and just like that, they were divorced. At 4:40 PM, Kristian and Freya walked out of the courthouse.


    Freya felt a subtle oddness—an almost surreal sensation, as if this moment, this transition, were too vast to fully grasp. It wasn’t unusual, though. Kristian had been her first love, and now, her ex-husband. It was only natural that there would be a lingering sense of strangeness. Reflecting on the message Trent had just sent her, she said to Kristian, “Goodbye.”


    “Goodbye,” Kristian responded, his gaze dark and unwavering as he watched her leave.


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