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    And then he asked, “Does that really matter to you?” Freya didn’t respond.


    She truly couldn’t bear being near someone so utterly clueless. She genuinely couldn’t fathom how someone like him had been raised by people as wise and kind as Isaac, Melinda, and Lionel.


    “There’s no use continuing this conversation,” she said tly, done with the whole mess. “I have nothing left to say to you.”


    If it weren’t for the man she needed to catch, she would’ve cut ties with Kristianpletely.


    Yet even now, she still hadn’t figured out why that man had chosen Kristian as a target.


    “I can make things right for what happened before,” Kristian offered, clutching her arm, his tall frame radiating an intense, heavy presence. “You don’t have to carry that weight alone…”


    “Kristian,” Freya interrupted him sharply.


    His eyes immediately locked on her.


    “I’ll say this onest time. What happened before is beyondpensation,” she said, her voice steely, her usualposure now edged with seriousness. “No matter what you do, I’m not remarrying you. So stop wasting your time.”


    “Does it really have to end like this?” Kristian asked, his voice dropping into a low, bitter chill.


    “You’re the one dragging it out,” Freya said, shaking her head. “When we were married, you wanted a divorce. Now that we’re divorced, you want to get back together. Are you even thinking straight?”


    Kristian’s eyes darkened, and he said, “Back then, I just wanted closure.” If Ashley had really left because she was sick, he felt like he owed her something—he should give her a future.


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    If Freya knew what he was thinking, she might’ve decked him right there.


    “If your first love left you because of a terminal illness and didn’t want to burden you,” Kristian said, “and came backter after getting cured, wouldn’t you leave me for him?”


    He still remembered, crystal clear, the way Freya had reacted when Liam asked her to call her first love.


    She, who rarely touched alcohol, had silently downed three sses.


    “No, I wouldn’t,” Freya said without blinking.


    Kristian didn’t believe her, not for a second.


    But she didn’t care if he did or not. She simply said, “The past is the past. I take responsibility for my own life and my partner.”


    For Freya, starting a new rtionship meant she had already left the past behind.


    No matter what happened in that old rtionship, it was water under the bridge.


    There was no point in digging up something that was already done and dusted.


    To her, life only moved forward. Clinging to the past only held back growth and stole her own happiness.


    Kristian asked, doubting how easily Freya could let go, “It’s easier said than done. Can you really say you were over your first love when you married me?”


    Freya didn’t answer. She wished she had a true first love—but did she, really?


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