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    “What gives you the right to judge?”


    “What do you even know about love?” Her question struck deeper than he cared to admit.


    Felipe opened his mouth but found no words.


    For once, he was truly shaken.


    “So what—keeping Farrah chained to your side is your way of loving her? Spoiling her, shielding her, giving her some illusion of happiness?” Freya’s eyes never wavered. “And you call that love?”


    “Isn’t it?” he shot back.


    “No,” Freya’s answer was steady. “You never once asked her what she wanted.”


    Felipe fell silent, stunned. He had arguments ready, but he knew that whatever he said, Freya would tear it down and leave him looking worse than before.


    “I want to speak with Farrah.” After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke again.


    “Fine,” Freya replied.


    Ten minutester, Felipe walked into the living room and sat across from Farrah. Freya remained close by her side.


    Freya had nned to give them space, thinking it best to step away. But Farrah had quietly asked her to stay.


    “I’ve already said everything I needed to,” Farrah said firmly, her confidence bolstered by Freya’s presence. “If you’ve got something to say, then say it.”


    “You’re not giving me even a sliver of a chance?” Felipe asked.


    Farrah didn’t flinch. “No.”


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    “You really don’t want to be with me?”


    “I don’t.”


    “Why?” Felipe’s voice carried genuine confusion. “I never meant to hurt you. I’m not going to let others sway my decisions anymore. You’ll alwayse first.”


    “I’m tired.” Farrah’s tone was calm but resolute. She had never liked the extravagant life tied to Felipe’s world.


    He was handsome, intelligent, and exceptional at managing thepany. But ever since their marriage, she had endured snide remarks and venomous res from women who saw her as just another actress wing her way into high society.


    She had never spoken of it—not to Felipe, not to anyone. But through it all, she had been deeply unhappy. The world outside was cruel, and inside their home, Felipe’s indifference only made things worse. It had worn her down.


    Just a few days ago, when she found out that Freya was a member of the powerful Briggs family, it felt like a boulder had been lifted off her shoulders.


    Until then, she had lived with the fear that Felipe might go after Freya—and she had even braced herself to sacrifice everything if he did. She couldn’t let Freya pay the price. But fate had surprised her.


    “Let’s give it another month.” Felipe was still holding on. “If you still want a divorce then, I won’t stop you.”


    “NO.” Farrah’s answer was clear and final.


    Her resolve made him realize she meant every word.


    He stared at her for a long moment, then finally rose from his seat. As she watched him walk away, she felt a sharp ache twist inside her chest.


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