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    Just as he retrieved his keys, Felipe’s head popped up from the vehicle beside him. “I thought you were nning to camp out there all night.”


    Kristian ignored him, not even bothering to ask why he was there.


    He wasn’t in the mood.


    “All this sulking just because you couldn’t win her back?” Felipe teased lightly. He was feeling better now, knowing Farrah would contact him soon. The tangled emotions from earlier were fading. He even threw in a jab. “Want me to help you win her over?”


    Kristian shot him a re so icy it could freeze fire—utterly unimpressed.


    “Why don’t you worry about your own mess first?” Kristian said coldly as he strolled toward his car.


    “My mess is all cleaned up,” Felipe shot back, his usualzy smirk and gleam of mischief creeping back into ce. “Freya said Farrah’sing back to find me in a bit.”


    After all, he and Farrah were still husband and wife—unlike Kristian and Freya.


    Kristian’s expression shifted, barely perceptible.


    “Are you certain that’s what Freya said?”


    “She told me back at the hotel, maybe two or three hours ago,” Felipe replied inly, holding nothing back. “She may have left you hanging, but don’t worry—I’d never leave a friend high and dry.”


    “Are you really that sure Farrah’s noting back just to file the divorce papers?” Kristian cut straight through the pleasantries.


    Felipe’s smile stiffened.


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    Kristianid it out, sharp and cold. “After everything you put her through, if you were her, would you forgive?”


    Felipe didn’t need a second to ponder. The answer hit him before he could blink.


    All his earlier bravado and teasing spirit drained in an instant. Something about what Kristian said rang painfully true. If Farrah really wasing back, it was probably to end things for good.


    With that gnawing thought, he yanked open the car door and stepped out, intending to storm back into the hotel and demand answers from Freya.


    Kristian grabbed his arm. “What do you think you’re doing?”


    “I’m going to ask your ex-wife a few questions,” Felipe said, tone turning cold and stripped of humor.


    Gone was the man who’d been poking fun at Kristian moments ago—he’d flipped into someone else entirely.


    Kristian didn’t budge, blocking his path. “It won’t do any good.”


    “I’ve got to try.”


    “If you run up there now, all you’ll do is walk away with nothing—and maybe a bruised ego if she kicks you out,” Kristian said evenly. “Think before you act.”


    But Felipe wasn’t about to back down. He needed rity, and nothing else mattered.


    Kristian leaned against the car, calm as ever, and added thoughtfully as Felipe started forward, “Ask yourself—what do you have over her? What advantage do you actually hold?”


    That question made Felipe pause. He couldn’t beat her physically. Her background far outshone his. When it came down to it, he had no leverage at all.


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