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    In truth, she hadn’t taken a thing because she didn’t want to owe him, nor did she want people dragging her name through the mudter, using her of greed.


    In the age of the inte, nothing stayed ck and white.


    If the truth ever came out, and people realized how wealthy Felipe was, they’d say things like, “Honestly, if my husband gave me 1.4 billion, I’d let him sleep around all he wants.”


    Even if said in jest,ments like that could cut deep.


    There’s no real empathy in the digital world, and people don’t realize just how badly their words can scar—sometimes deep enough to ruin someonepletely.


    People who had never tasted gut-wrenching heartbreak could easily shrug off emotions, waving them away like they meant nothing.


    But Farrah wasn’t like that. She held emotions close, treasured them with an almost sacred reverence. Taking the money would make her feel like the pain and betrayal of that rtionship could be swept under the rug with a check. That’s exactly why she chose to walk away empty-handed.


    To some, her decision seemed downright foolish. They thought Felipe owed her, that she had every right to im her fair share of the marital assets after the split.


    But Farrah didn’t want anything from him. What she wanted more than anything was to sever all ties with him for good.


    Freya, on the other hand, came from a family so powerful their wealth was practically untouchable. Her whole vibe was nothing like Farrah’s. Even if scandal came knocking, her status would silence any whispers before they could form.


    Too bad Felipe didn’t grasp any of that. He just assumed Farrah still hated him and was refusing everything out of spite.


    “Since she doesn’t want anything, you’re just not going to give her anything?” Kristian sneered.


    Despite carrying the weight of his own regrets, he’d at least forked over 1.4 billion, along with a house and a car for Freya.


    In his eyes, Felipe was the lowest of the low.


    “What else am I supposed to do?” Felipe shot Kristian a wary look. “She gave back every cent I sent her and said if I ever tried again, she’d vanish so thoroughly I’d never find her.”


    Kristian gave him a withering look full of contempt.


    Felipe red. “Seriously? What the hell’s that look supposed to mean?” Damn it! He was being looked down on.


    “Looks to me like you don’t really love her,” Kristian said, suddenly acting like some smug rtionship guru, his tone maddeningly calm.


    “If that’s the case, maybe quit pestering her.”


    “Who said I don’t love her?” Felipe snapped, instantly offended.


    He was dead sure about his feelings for Farrah. He loved her so much that, when she insisted on leaving, he swallowed every ounce of pride and let her go.


    “Cut the act,” Kristian said tly. “If you gave a damn, you’d have found a way to get the money to her by now.”


    Felipe blinked, dumbfounded. The urge to punch Kristian surged through him.


    But something about Kristian’s words hit a nerve. He hesitated, then asked, “Do you have a way?”


    “Call me your mentor,” Kristian said coolly. Felipe froze.


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