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    It hurt because she had once loved him—truly. But now, she knew what she had to do.


    “One more thing,” Felipe said suddenly, stopping at the door.


    Farrah turned her head slightly, her expression guarded. “What is it?”


    “You don’t need to go all the way to Jeucwell to file the divorce.” His voice was tight, heavy with emotion. “Tomorrow, I’ll have the papers drawn up and sent to you. If you have any conditions, let Freya know. I’ll include them.”


    He didn’t want this divorce. But he understood now—dragging it into a legal battle would only leave a bitter aftertaste. It was better to walk away now, while there was still a shred of decency between them.


    At least she wouldn’t leave hating him entirely.


    Farrah was momentarily stunned by his words. “Alright.”


    “I’ll speak to your parents myself.” Felipe was surrendering everything, knowing he couldn’t go up against Freya and win. “You don’t have to worry.”


    “Okay,” Farrah said again, quieter this time.


    Felipe nced at her onest time, parted his lips as if to say something more—but said nothing.


    They locked eyes across the room, their gazes tangled in unspoken thoughts.


    “Let me be clear.” Felipe turned to Freya, his tone edged with warning. “If anything happens to Farrah while she’s under your roof, I won’t let it slide.”


    Freya didn’t dignify him with a response. She figured he just wanted to gain Farrah’s attention.


    Felipe swallowed the bitter sting in his chest, took a long step forward, and left—like a man whose pride and fire had just been snuffed out.


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    The heaviness that had clung to Farrah’s heart finally drifted away, but in its ce lingered a quiet, hollow ache that refused to budge. Her chest tightened as she reached for Freya, her voice barely above a whisper. “Freya, can you give me a hug?”


    Freya pulled her into a warm, reassuring embrace, wrapping her arms around her with silentfort.


    Farrah clung to her, unwilling to let go, so Freya simply kept holding her.


    Time blurred, and after a long, indistinct stretch, Farrah spoke, her voice still raspy from emotion. “Freya.”


    “Hm?”


    “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” Farrah rested her chin on Freya’s shoulder, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “He treated me so terribly, and yet… hearing him agree to the divorce still hurts a little.”


    “Everyone’s heart has its own twisted maze,” Freya murmured, offering her a soft constion. “You’ve done incredibly well.” Love and hatred often walked hand in hand. There was no need to feel ashamed of that. After all, emotions were never obedient—they came and went as they pleased.


    “I wish I could be as lighthearted as you,” Farrah confessed, clearly worn down. “But I just can’t seem to.”


    Freya said nothing more. She held her friend, steady as a rock, letting the silence cradle them both.


    Time, after all, had its way of mending things that felt unfixable.


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