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    “You think she won’t file for divorce herself?”


    Felipe had noeback.


    Kristian twisted the knife. “You pressured her to get an abortion. That alone would destroy you in court.”


    “Kristian, don’t you think you’re going too far?” Felipe cracked, unable to keep hisposure. “All I did was ask one thing, and you keep jabbing at me.”


    Of course, he knew he didn’t stand a chance in court. That’s what made it so maddening.


    “If the baby Farrah’s carrying is yours, what will you do?” Kristian suddenly asked.


    Back when Freya had changed so suddenly, Kristian hadn’t paid much attention to Farrah.


    But thinking back, Freya wasn’t the type to keep shady people around.


    And Farrah didn’t seem like the kind who’d betray Felipe.


    Felipe frowned. “What are you getting at?”


    “Did Farrah ever say it was your child?” Kristian asked.


    Felipe paused, then gave a dryugh and brushed it off. “She did, but you can’t believe anything she says. I was abroad at the time. How could it be mine?”


    Kristian’s dark eyes were unreadable as he said, “Might want to double-check her schedule.”


    Felipe’s voice dropped. “What exactly are you implying?”


    Kristian didn’t borate. “You heard me.”


    Felipe looked like he was about to press for more, but Kristian shut the conversation down. “It’ste. Take me back to my family house.”


    Felipe muttered, “Do I look like your chauffeur?” Still, he started the car. “You better pay the fare.”


    Kristian pulled a crisp hundred-dor bill from his wallet and passed it over with a casual flourish, saying coolly, “Keep the change.”


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    “Damn you,” Felipe snapped as he slipped the bill into his pocket.


    Free money from Kristian? He wasn’t about to say no.


    The rest of the ride passed inplete silence, both men swallowed by their thoughts, burdened by whatever weighed on their minds. Half an hourter, Felipe dropped Kristian off at the Shaw estate.


    As Kristian stepped out of the car, the memory of what he’d witnessed at the hospital resurfaced. He paused, then said, “You might want to double-check what Farrah said about Jocelyn Watson.”


    “Wait a second,” Felipe frowned, catching the odd note in Kristian’s voice.


    But Kristian kept that distant, unreadable air about him and responded coolly, “Is there something else?”


    “What exactly did you mean by that?” Felipe asked.


    “Nothing major. Just a word to the wise,” Kristian said, his eyes unreadable. “Not everyone deserves your trust.”


    Something about that struck a nerve, and Felipe let out a sharpugh. Kristian arched a brow, confused by the reaction.


    “So, let me guess. Because you misjudged Freya thanks to your first love, you think I’m misjudging Farrah because of Jocelyn?” Felipe said with a mischievous smirk.


    Kristian’s frown deepened slightly, clearly irritated by the jab.


    But Felipe, hands resting easily on the steering wheel, seemed rxed now. “Your problem was personal. Mine’s professional. Whole different ball game.”


    “Is it really?” Kristian challenged.


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