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“It’s just a toy. It doesn’t mean anything,” Norah shrugged. “Can’t a girl hold on to a keepsake from the first man who once felt like a hero?” But as the words left her lips, her mind wandered.
She had been waiting for her brother outside school when trouble found her. Kristian had appeared like a scene from a movie—driven by instinct, scaring off the bullies. Then, he’d bought her that toy, a smallfort for her tears.
She knew Kristian only saw her as his friend’s younger sister—nothing more.
But for a young girl, admiration easily blossomed into infatuation when a man was both righteous and striking.
Before she knew it, Kristian had taken root in her heart.
“If it was just a keepsake, then why did your grandpa approach Lionel with a marriage proposal once you came of age?” Freya’s tone was smooth, but cool as ice.
Norah’s brows twitched ever so slightly. Was Freya out of her mind, dredging up something from that far back?
“What exactly are you trying to say?” Norah asked, cutting to the chase.
“I dug deep and followed the threads,” Freya said. “And what I found was chilling. Every incident was carried out by men infatuated with you. But let’s be real—would they have moved without your nod?”
People who pulled strings from behind the curtain always made sure the puppets fell when the show ended.
Norah quickly collected herself. “You’re not making any sense.”
“Do you truly believe that walking away without evidence makes you untouchable?” Freya asked, unflinching.
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Every carefully staged moment, including arranging Melvin’s betrayal, had Norah’s fingerprints all over it—just hidden beneath a pair of gloves.
If Freya hadn’t yed detective,bing through events with a fine-toothedb, she might never have guessed Norah was the spider behind the web.
After all, Norah’s facade was that of a woman with a heart wrapped in silk.
Norah let out a soft chuckle. “I’ve always followed thew. Whatever usations you’re tossing around, I won’t wear a criminal’s crown.”
“And what do you think Damon will do if he hears about all this?” Freya asked bluntly.
Some people skate through the cracks of justice, immune to legal punishment forck of proof—but they’re not safe from judgment by conscience or loved ones.
Norah and Damon had once been close, but time and distance had worn away their bond.
“Go ahead. I’ve nothing to hide from something I didn’t do,” Norah said, her eyes locked on Freya’s. “Besides, Damon has enough fires to put out. He won’t waste time on baseless theories.”
“Let’s see if you still say that when the storm hits,” Freya replied.
Norah shot her onest look, then picked up her purse and walked out.
“Wait,” Freya called after her.
“What now?”
“Stay out of my way. Kristian and I are divorced,” Freya said firmly. “If you keep stirring the pot, next time won’t be as civil as this casual chat.”
If Freya decided to retaliate, Norah might find herself in over her head.
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