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Zander turned to him, a look of quiet confusion spreading across his face.
“She came back to me under false pretenses,” Kristian muttered, his voice rough. “If I hadn’t been so stubborn—so obsessed with holding on to my first love—and had chosen to value Freya instead… would things have ended differently?”
He pictured a life where he and Freya built a quiet,forting home together—a ce untouched by chaos or doubt.
She would be free to chase her dreams, unburdened, while he took on the weight of providing for their shared life.
There would be no fights, no distance between them—only the gentle rhythm of a family in perfect harmony.
“If you were so smitten with your first love, you should’ve never gotten involved with Freya in the first ce,” Zander said, his tone frank.
Kristian didn’t reply. He couldn’t find the words to capture the mess inside his chest. All he felt was an overwhelming sense of misery.
“Do you regret divorcing Freya?” Zander asked quietly.
“I hurt her more than I can even exin,” Kristian confessed, his voice thick with remorse. “And today… I finally saw the truth. From the very beginning, I’ve been wrong. Sopletely wrong.”
“Go and apologize to Freya—sincerely.” Zander always approached things with a calm, logical perspective. “Just try making amends.”
Kristian gave a t response. “She won’t ept it. She doesn’t care about my apologies anyway.”
“Whether she epts it or not is up to her. But if you believe you were wrong, you should still say sorry,” Zander said gently.
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Kristian didn’t say anything. He looked deep in thought.
“Or is this about trying to win her back?” Zander asked.
“She’s not going to give me that chance.”
Zander’s expression shifted, his gaze softening with emotion at the sound of Kristian’s words. What had happened between Kristian and Freya? He was curious.
Kristian ced his ss down and leaned back into the sofa, his eyes locked on the dim ceiling light above.
His emotions seemed like they were about to spill over, desperate for a release.
“Kristian.” Zander had never seen him like this—so breakable, like ss that might shatter if touched.
Kristian closed his eyes, as if to hide everything he was feeling. Once he had his emotions under control, he murmured in a hoarse voice, “I’m fine.”
“Do you regret divorcing Freya?” Zander finally asked the question Kristian had avoided earlier, his eyes never leaving him.
Kristian kept staring at the ceiling.
Just when Zander thought he wasn’t going to answer, Kristian finally said, “Yes.”
Not only did he regret it, but he also wished he could turn back time—go back six months, to when everything was still intact.
He would’ve ignored Ashley’s calls, stayed by Freya’s side, cherished her, loved her, and made her happy.
“Then don’t forget this feeling,” Zander, the kind of friend who didn’t sugarcoat the truth, made sure his words hit where they needed to. “So you won’t make the same mistake again.”
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