She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55 Are You Pregnant

It was strange. Everyone in Alerith saw Freya as invincible–a force to be reckoned with. Yet Farrah insisted she needed protection, claiming Freya had a terrible sense of direction and vowing to protect her.

Sometimes, Freya wondered when she’d given Farrah the impression she was someone who needed safeguarding.

With those thoughts swirling in her mind, she followed Farrah into the private room.

Farrah tugged her down into a seat, and once they’d ordered, she leaned in. “Why did you plan to leave Jeucwell so suddenly? Is your husband relocating?”

She knew about Freya’s marriage.

But neither spoke the name aloud. Farrah never asked, and Freya never volunteered it.

When two women met, conversation flowed easily–food, drinks, gossip, work, fashion, beauty. Relationships rarely came up unless something major happened.

Besides, Freya hardly ever attended Kristian’s gatherings. Since they’d never announced their marriage, few even knew.

“No,” Freya said plainly. “We’re getting divorced.”

Farrah blinked, certain she’d misheard.

Then her eyes widened.

Shock slammed into her–like she’d never once imagined Freya’s marriage ending this way. “You’re joking, right? I remember you said he treated you well!”

“The papers are filed.” Freya’s voice stayed even. “Next Tuesday, the court finalizes it.”

“Give me a second.” Farrah floundered, struggling to process it.

Divorce? She’d never seen this coming.

In her view, Freya was incredible–how could anyone walk away from her?

After a steadying breath, Farrah ventured, “Did you initiate it… or did he?” “He did.”

“Why?” Curiosity sharpened Farrah’s tone.

Freya sidestepped the truth. “We weren’t right for each other.”

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She knew Farrah too well.

If Farrah learned Kristian was leaving her for another woman, she’d explode.

And Freya didn’t want to worry her too much.

“His loss.” Farrah squeezed her hand, forcing cheer. “You’ll find someone better–someone hotter, kinder. Let him see how many people adore you. You don’t need him.”

Freya hummed in agreement.

They talked a while longer before their food arrived.

Mid–bite, Freya spotted it–a faint kiss mark on Farrah’s neck, previously hidden under her scarf.

“Farrah.”

“Hm?” Farrah glanced up from her phone.

Freya tilted her head. “Are you seeing someone?”

“As if!” Farrah laughed.

Freya pointed. “Then what’s that?”

Farrah stiffened–just for a second.

Freya didn’t miss it.

“I’m married, actually.” Farrah shrugged, tone breezy as ever. “Courtesy of my nominal husband.”

Now it was Freya’s turn to be stunned.

“Since when? You never told me.”

“Merely a marriage of convenience.” Farrah waved a hand, her smile a little too quick. “Once his ex comes crawling back, we’re done. Didn’t mention it because he doesn’t matter.”

Freya’s brows shot up.

His ex?

“Then why marry you…” She hesitated, searching for words.

“Grown–up needs.” Farrah’s laugh rang bright–too bright. “Enough about that. Where are we shopping after this? It’s been forever.”

She didn’t mention the force behind that mark.

Last night, her so–called husband had come home reeking of another woman’s perfume, lips stained with foreign rouge. She’d fought, but men were stronger.

In the end, she’d surrendered.

Luckily, he’d stormed off before things went further. Otherwise, she feared what might’ve happened to the life growing inside her.

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“If you need anything, just say the word. I’m here for you,” Freya offered simply, her assurance hanging in the

air between them.

“Seeing you’re okay brings me such relief,” Farrah replied with Case, her striking eyes crinkling at the corners as her smile bloomed. “Should you face any difficulties after the divorce, don’t hesitate. I’ll ensure you’re well taken care of.”

Freya laughed softly. “Ironically, I should be the one making that promise to you.”

Confusion flickered across Farrah’s face.

“I possess considerable wealth,” Freya clarified.

“How considerable?”

“1.4 billion.”

Farrah fell silent, utterly stunned.

Questions bubbled beneath her skin, her emotions plainly visible in every feature. “Could you repeat that

amount?”

“1.4 billion,” Freya stated again, placing her trust in Farrah. “He transferred it to me when we initiated divorce proceedings.”

Farrah sat speechless.

1.4 billion? How many zeros followed that figure? She realized she couldn’t accumulate such wealth even with a lifetime in the entertainment industry.

“Perhaps he feels guilt over his affair?” Farrah speculated, excitement edging into her voice. “Or did you catch him in some compromising situation?”

This was 1.4 billion, not million. Certainly not loose change.

She couldn’t fathom why a man would relinquish such a fortune unless genuine love remained.

Freya hesitated, words failing her.

She pinched the bridge of her nose in contemplation.

Farrah’s disarming nature had a way of lowering everyone’s defenses.

Freya had mentioned the money to prevent Farrah from worrying excessively, but had overlooked explaining the underlying cause.

“Is he truly having an affair?” Farrah’s eyes widened dramatically.

Freya contemplated briefly before answering, “The situation mirrors your own.”