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    “I don’t know,” Freya’s reply came cold and clipped.


    Those three little words tested every ounce of Felipe’s patience. “Don’t try me.”


    “What are you going to do about it?” Freya snapped, her frustration bubbling over, with no real outlet. “Hit me?”


    That shut him up. He stood there, thrown offpletely. Did Kristian have a thing for being emotionally steamrolled? Why else would he marry someone this formidable?


    Felipe, a fully grown man, stood there at a loss—struck dumb by Freya’s verbal onught.


    He felt absolutely humiliated.


    “I don’t believe in hitting women,” he muttered, trying to w back some dignity. “I’m only here to ask where Farrah is. She’s my wife. I have the right to know.”


    “And then what?” Freya countered smoothly.


    “Where is she? Where have you hidden her?” Felipe’s tone hardened. He was sure Freya had something to do with it.


    Freya had zero intention of entertaining that. “Farrah is a person, not a misced suitcase. I’m not hiding her.”


    “Then why is she gone?” His temper started to crack.


    “You should be asking yourself that,” Freya tossed it right back. “Why’d she leave Jeucwell? Have no clue at all?”


    “You pushed her.”


    Felipe clung to that belief with maddening persistence.


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    All he wanted was to know where Farrah was, to talk to her—just to make her understand how dangerous it would be to keep the baby. Freya was done. She turned on her heel to leave, not even bothering with the restroom anymore.


    Felipe blocked her again, his stance solid. “Today, you’re telling me where she is—or else…”


    “Or else what?” Freya didn’t flinch.


    Farrah needed peace, especially now. If she gave Felipe any information, it would rob Farrah of thatpletely.


    Any shock, any careless move from him could break Farrah again—and Freya wasn’t letting that happen.


    “You think I won’t touch you just because you’re a member of the Briggs family?” Felipe suddenly changed tracks, his voice colder now, eyes glinting with something new.


    He had only learned of her identity that evening. It baffled him—this woman, so fierce and sharp-edged, was the soft-spoken Ethel’s sister?


    It was unbelievable.


    Freya couldn’t care less about his wounded pride. “Yes.” And just like that, Felipe nearly boiled over.


    But she was right. There was nothing he could do.


    He couldn’t outfight her, outwit her, or outmatch her family’s clout.


    “If you really want to see her, then wait a few months,” Freya said coolly, remembering Farrah’s mention of a divorce. “She’ll reach out.”


    Normally, a man couldn’t file for divorce during pregnancy. But the woman? She could.


    And considering Felipe had tried to force Farrah into terminating the pregnancy, the court would be in her favor, no doubt.


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