?Chapter 546:


    Felipe was fuming, his blood boiling. Kristian’s ex-wife was a menace—an absolute nightmare.


    “Farrah, you think hiding up there changes anything?” His voice cut through the air, loud and direct. “We’re still married, legally. You’re still my wife.”


    “Ms. Briggs said she’ll help Miss Welch file for divorce in a month,” one of the guards chimed in.


    Felipe turned toward him sharply, his eyes like des. Why the hell did this guy talk so much? Didn’t he know when to shut up?


    “You think just because Freya’s Hugh Briggs’s daughter, she gets to interfere in my personal life?” His irritation was reaching its peak. The guard shot back without missing a beat. “It’s called doing what’s right.”


    “Do you want to lose your job?” Felipe snapped.


    “Mr. Yates, I work for the Briggs family, not you.”


    Felipe saw red. There wasn’t a decent soul among Freya and her crew.


    “Felipe, just go,” Farrah’s voice rang out from an upstairs window. “I’ll return to Jeucwell and get the divorce sorted soon.”


    Her words cut through him like a de, twisting slowly in his heart. Was he really making her life this miserable?


    “If you want me to keep quiet about this with your parents, then go ahead and divorce me,” Felipe threatened, lowering himself to his ugliest tactic.


    He knew exactly what her parents were like—leeches through and through.


    But he hadn’t minded. He had money. As long as they stayed out of his way, he could send them a fat check every month.


    But if they found out she wanted a divorce? Chaos. They would flip her world upside down.


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    Farrah’s reputation would take a hit, and her career would crumble under the weight of it.


    And once she had nothing left, she’d have no choice but to return to him.


    Farrah’s face went pale in an instant. He’d struck her one true weak spot.


    “Farrah, you’re smart. You know what’s best for you,” Felipe said, trying to soften the blow. His chest ached seeing the color drain from her cheeks, but he pressed on. “Stay with me, and I’ll shield you from them. I’ll let you act, give you whatever you want.”


    Farrah’s hands curled into fists at her sides.


    Before marrying him, her parents hadn’t caused much trouble as long as she sent money.


    But after the wedding, Felipe had pampered them far too much.


    “I swear I’ll treat you right. I won’t ever let you down again. I won’t doubt you just because someone else says something,” Felipe promised.


    Farrah’s lips curled, bitter and tight.


    A dull ache settled in her chest, heavy and inescapable.


    Right now, she felt helpless. She had no status, no connections, no money.


    In Felipe’s world, she was just something to possess. When he was in a good mood or full of guilt, he’d coax her sweetly.


    But when he was suspicious or upset, he’d turn cold and cruel.


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