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    “If that’s the case, then quit wrecking my life.” Freya still held onto the hope that things could be settled without chaos. She had no desire to lock horns with Kristian. In most situations, she leaned toward reasoned choices. But Kristian, if left unchecked, had a habit of acting purely on instinct, which always ended in a sh.


    “Why don’t you want to marry me again?” Kristian stared at her, his presence intense and overbearing. “If it’s because of Ashley, then I’m sorry.”


    Freya was momentarily at a loss for words. She raised her eyes slightly. “Because we’re not cut from the same cloth.”


    The world she was raised in held one value above all—an unshakable trust among close friends, where reliance wasn’t questioned. Whether it was her, Trent, Frederick, or any of the others in their circle, they were like Kristian in some ways, cautious about trusting people. But once they called someone a friend, that trust became absolute. They knew each other, believed in each other, and leaned on one another without doubt.


    “What about Trent?” Kristian let the name slip with a biting coldness.


    Freya didn’t respond. But her silence said enough—Trent meant something to her. The tension thickened instantly. The air in the living room turned colder, as though a frost had settled in. Freya had no desire to speak to Kristian, and Kristian was too enraged to speak to her.


    “You’ve got three months to think it over.” He finally broke the silence, unwilling to let the deadlock drag on. “If your answer hasn’t changed by then, I’ll find a way to make you remarry me.”


    “Do you have to strong-arm me?” Freya’s brow furrowed faintly. She despised being threatened.


    Kristian’s answer was cutting and void of warmth. “You’re the one forcing me.”


    “I’m not going to remarry you.” Freya met his aggression with calm resolve. If Kristian pushed her too far, she’d return to that organization. She’d rather face danger head-on than let him continue interfering in her life.


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    Kristian suddenly stood. His tall frame seemed to shrink the spacious room, and his gaze had lost all trace of restraint. Each word he uttered was deliberate. “Go ahead and try.”


    With that, he turned and headed back to his room, leaving Freya behind in the chill of the living room.


    She briefly considered calling Kristian’s family, hoping they could talk some sense into him. But after thinking it over, Kristian likely wouldn’t listen to them anyway.


    After a moment of internal debate, she sent a message to Liam. Someone closer in age might be able to get through to Kristian.


    Liam received Freya’s message while ying chess at home with Lionel. He stared at his phone, forgetting it was his turn to move.


    “I keep telling you, none of you y like Freya does,” Lionel grumbled, his beard twitching with irritation. “When she ys chess with me, she gives it her all—never distracted by her phone.”


    “I’m just checking a message from Freya,” Liam said with a smirk.


    Everyone in the family knew Lionel adored Freya.


    Lionel immediately perked up. “Freya? Forget the chess match—he couldn’t care less.”


    “What did she say?”


    “Kristian is messing with her life again,” Liam said as he typed back. “She’s not interested in Kristian, but he keeps being pushy. I can’t tell if he’s emotionally clueless or just in dumb.”


    If Kristian had just followed the proper steps without stirring up drama, he might’ve actually left a good impression on her by now.


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