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    Freya’s brow creased. The game wasn’t over?


    “There are only two choices for you today: say yes to being my girlfriend… or watch me die,” Kristian said, rising to his feet with a quiet defiance that clung to every word. “Until you decide, this game won’t end.”


    “Why?” Freya asked, her voice barely above a whisper.


    “Because you’re the only one I care about most in this world. You’re the most important person in my life,” Kristian said, his eyes locked onto hers with unwavering intensity. “If I had to pick someone to prove my existence to, I’d want it to be you.”


    His words crashed over her like a wave, catching herpletely off guard. In an instant, she understood the weight behind them.


    She pressed her lips together, her gaze faltering, but forced herself to maintainposure. “You don’t need anyone’s validation. You’re the powerful president of the Shaw Group. The whole world knows exactly who you are.”


    “I’m not him,” Kristian said suddenly.


    Freya’s breath hitched, his words striking her like a blow to the chest.


    She stared at him, at that all-too-familiar face. “What are you saying?”


    “I’m not the Kristian Shaw who married you andter divorced you,” he said, his eyes filled with her—only her. “I’m not themanding president of the Shaw Group.”


    He stepped closer to her, narrowing the distance between them. “I’m only your Kristian. My world begins and ends with you.”


    Freya’s mind spun with confusion. The truth behind his words unraveled too quickly to grasp.


    So, was this Kristian someone entirely new?


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    “You…” She tried to speak, but the words caught somewhere in her throat.


    “You don’t understand why I’m saying all this, do you?” Kristian asked, a faint, wistful smile tugging at his lips. “To be honest… even I don’t.” From the moment he’d first seen Freya at Lawrence’s medical facility, his instincts had screamed that she was the one who mattered most. At the time, he didn’t know why. Butter, he’d stumbled upon a box. Inside it was an agreement—one thatid out a deal the old Kristian had made with Lawrence.


    That discovery nted the seed of suspicion in him. It was then he began to believe that he might not be the real Kristian at all.


    He’d dug deeper, learned more, and the more he uncovered, the more certain he became that his suspicions weren’t just wild thoughts.


    “But there’s one thing I know without a doubt,” Kristian said, his gaze boring into her, heavy with possessiveness. “I love you more than he ever did. In my world, there’s only you. You’re everything to me.”


    Freya felt like a weight had dropped onto her chest. “Kristian.” If the man standing before her was truly a new identity created by Lawrence, then what did all her distance from him even mean?


    “I know I’ve lied to you. I’ve deceived you,” Kristian admitted, exposing his vulnerability without hesitation. “But everything I did, I did out of fear. I was terrified of losing you, terrified of being invisible to you.” That fear had made him act. It had made him shape-shift into whatever she needed him to be.


    He had been scared she’d push him away. Terrified she’d reject him because of who she remembered. And more than anything, he feared someone else mighte along and steal her away forever.


    “Freya,” Kristian murmured, offering a faint, almost broken smile. “It’s time to make a choice.”


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