She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 56

Chapter 56 Being Blamed Again

A shiver raced down Farrah's spine, and with a startled gaze, she jerked her hand

away. Her eyes were wide. with a spark of fear. "Pregnant? Me? That's

impossible!"

Confusion clouded her mind.

How did her friend discern pregnancy just from a touch at her wrist?

"So, how far along are you?" Freya pierced the veil of Farrah's denial with a pointed question, choosing to

confront her directly.

She had once read a book about using pulse diagnosis to determine pregnancy. Although she had never

practiced it and wasn't entirely sure of Farrah's condition, she decided to take a bold guess.

Confronted by Freya's unwavering stare, Farrah realized there was no escaping the truth.

With a heavy sigh, she dropped her gaze and confessed to her. "Just over two months."

"And yet you still..." Freya's voice trailed off, her thoughts on Farrah's unreliable husband. "You really shouldn't

have sex during the initial trimester."

"We didn't do it," Farrah murmured. Her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she added, "When he tried to, | ended

up infuriating him so much that he'd storm out.”

Freya's brow furrowed in concern.

Even considering their marriage was a business arrangement, and even if Farrah's husband harbored affection

for another, his actions hadn't been justified in endangering Farrah or their unborn child.

The mere thought that anger was needed to fend him off raised serious questions about how he usually treated

Farrah.

"| just remembered, my agent wantsto wrap up early and head back," Farrah suddenly said. She was aware

that lingering any longer might unearth more secrets, secrets she was keen to keep under wraps. She didn't

want Freya to worry excessively about her, especially since her husband was not a man Freya could afford to

antagonize.

Her husband belonged to a powerful and influential family, a family whose reach and authority were

unmatched.

Even with a fortune like Freya's-1.4 billion strong-challenging them was futile. Farrah was determined not to let

her friend be pulled into this chaotic whirlwind or have her life thrown into disarray.

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Chapter 56 Being Blamed Again

"Farrah," Freya called out, her voice filled with concern.

Pretending not to hear, Farrah swiftly grabbed her purse and slipped on her hat and sunglasses. "I'm heading out

now. Letknow once you've settled in a new city. I'll drop by when | have sfree time. Take care!"

With that, she hastened away, not allowing Freya the opportunity to delve deeper or ask further questions.

Freya lingered in the private room for a moment longer, her thoughts chuded with concern for Farrah. She

eventually reached for her phone and sent a heartfelt message. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to

reach out. You shouldn't have to face this alone."

Freya had the means to uncover the identity of Farrah's enigmatic husband, but respecting Farrah's wishes, she

chose not to pry.

After all, everyone had their secrets, their private realms that deserved respect.

As Farrah settled into backseat of her car, she saw the message and felt a surge of warmth spread through her

heart. Being friends with Freya was like finding a rare treasure.

After sending her message, Freya stepped out of the private room, oblivious to the online tempest that was

starting to unfurl.

The hashtag "#AshleyBradleyTheHomewrecker" had rocketed into the trending sphere.

Intrigued by this unfamiliar name, countless users clicked through, driven by a burning desire to unearth the

story behind it.

The viral discussion showcased a series of images featuring two silhouettes, veiled in a soft focus. Despite their

obscured features, their graceful and confident postures shone through, allowing those who knew him to identify

the man as Kristian.

Accompanying the images was a provocative caption, saying, "Ashley Bradley caught in a stealthy encounter

with a married magnate."

"Wait-who's Ashley Bradley? How cI've never heard of her?"

"Does anyone care to explain?"

"Why is this even a trending topic?"

"This must be a concoction. Why must gossip columns assassinate a woman's character?"

"Clearly, she has stepped on spowerful toes to be smeared so publicly."

"Ashley has lingered in the shadows of the industry for six years, never stirring headlines nor stepping on toes.

Who would orchestrate such spite?" “Isn't the man in those pictures striking a familiar chord?"

"Absolutely, | noticed that too."

"I wonder if the man in this photo could be the president of Shaw Group."

"Mystery solved! That's Kristian Shaw, president of the Shaw Group. | practically have his face memorized-I stare

at his photos every night before bed. Blur him all you want, I'd still know it's him!"

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However, the truth was quite different; it wasn't any locksmith but Kristian himself who had managed to open

the door.

Gerard was clueless about how Kristian had cto know Freya's door code.

Freya, however, saw through Gerard's falsehoods.

Had a locksmith actually been involved, there would have been evident meks on the lock, but upon her earlier

inspection, there were none.

She had exclusively registered her fingerprint and hadn't disclosed the code to anyone else.

While she did provide a temporary code to the housekeeping service, it was designed to expire after a set

duration.

"I've already warned you, dare to stir trouble again, and | won't hold back," Kristian declared in a voice icy and

resolute. His eyes piercing as he added, "It appears you think I'm merely bluffing."

Freya's expression was one of confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"You will record a message for Ashley later, explaining that this was all spurred by your jealousy,” Kristian

instructed, his tone suggesting that he believed she was feigning ignorance. "Fail to do so, and you'll face the

repercussions."

Though Freya was at a loss for words, the mention of Ashley hinted at yet another blthat had been placed

on her.

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