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    Atst, Norah gave in. She sank back into her seat, letting her purse fall onto the table with a sharp thud, her frustration thinly veiled. “Spit it out already. After this, I’m erasing you from my life.”


    “You missed your calling,” Freya remarked, unfazed. “You’d have made one hell of an actress.”


    If Ashley had been half as clever, things back then could’ve turned out a lot worse.


    Freya rarely let her guard down—but even she had almost been fooled by Norah.


    “Cut the sarcasm and get to the point,” Norah snapped, visibly irritated. Her reaction was wless—exactly how someone wrongly used would behave.


    “Ashley’s car crash, the photo leak, the attack on me, the setup at the hotel with Trent, and the bribe to Melvin—all your handiwork, right?” Freya’s voice was calm,posed, with an edge of finality.


    Norah stared at her as if she’d lost her mind. “Why the hell would I do any of that?”


    “From the moment you realized Kristian would divorce me for Ashley, you began spinning your web,” Freya said, her tone calm but sharp enough to cut ss. “In your mind, if Ashley and I shed, Kristian would wash his hands of both of us.”


    Norah’s face remained a mask of confusion, as though Freya were speaking in riddles.


    “But when your n unraveled after the car crash, you didn’t hesitate—you arranged for someone to rape Ashley,” Freya continued, each word delivered with icy precision. “Yet Kristian turned a blind eye, and so, once again, you reworked your scheme.”


    “Wait a minute,” Norah cut in, and Freya paused, nodding slightly to let her speak.


    “Are you sure this isn’t the plot of some dramatic TV series?” Norah said dismissively, a smirk tugging at her lips.


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    “I don’t have the luxury to entertain jokes,” Freya replied, her voiceced with frost.


    “I truly have no idea what you’re talking about,” Norah said, visibly eager to end the conversation. “And if anything you’ve said holds water, then go to the police. They’re quick to act.”


    Freya’s eyes narrowed, reading Norah like an open book—every reaction too perfect, every word too polished. Had Kristian been here, he might have used her of framing Norah.


    “For thest time, I don’t have feelings for Kristian,” Norah said, rising from her seat with a huff of impatience.


    “If that’s true, then why do you still keep that stuffed toy he gave you in high school?” Freya asked, her gaze unflinching. “And why is it still sitting in your bedroom after all these years?”


    Norah’s brows creased slightly.


    Freya didn’t stop. “With your family’s wealth, you could have filled a room with toys. Why hold on to something from someone who supposedly means nothing to you?”


    “How do you even know about that?” Norah’s voice dipped in temperature, her posture tightening.


    Freya leaned in slightly. “So, are you ready to talk?”


    If she hadn’t uncovered that detail, breaking through Norah’s defenses would have been impossible. The woman was a virtuoso at ying innocent.


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