Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 2081

Freya paused for a moment before absentmindedly setting her phone down. As she drifted into thought, Bryan's voice suddenly rang out from behind her.

"Frey."

She swiftly regained her composure, hiding the brief flash of panic on her face behind her usual confident, aloof expression.

She glared at him and snapped, "What are you even here for? We're done. Keep bothering me, and it won't just be a slap next time."

"You can't just say we're over without me agreeing to it," Bryan shot back, his demeanor shifting instantly as the meekness disappeared, replaced by newfound confidence.

Freya looked him up and down, her gaze filled with contempt. "Do you really think your opinion matters?"

Bryan seemed to have forgotten his place—he was merely a plaything, something she could cast aside whenever it suited her. Toys, after all, didn't get to have a say.

"Then what about Chandler's opinion? Does it matter?" Bryan asked, his lips twisting into a sly smile.

"What are you implying?" Freya's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them.

"Nothing," Bryan said, stepping closer. In a swift motion, he grabbed her waist and drew her against him, their bodies pressing together. "Frey, you know I love you. I don't want to hurt you, but if you keep pushing me, I'll have no choice but to reveal everything you said on that call to Chandler."

Freya's brow furrowed sharply. "Are you threatening me?"

"How can it be a threat when it's between lovers? I'm only strengthening our bond. Every time we're together, you ask me to promise I'll love you forever. Now that we share a secret, we're bound together. You should appreciate that."

With that, he leaned in, aiming to kiss her cheek.

Freya recoiled instinctively, a shudder of disgust running through her. At that moment, all she felt was a deep loathing for him.

Nonetheless, he knew he needed to start thinking carefully about how to deal with Salome—she was becoming a real nuisance.

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After resting for a day at home, Abigail ventured out once again the following afternoon.

Stanson was expected at a prestigious private hospital; she needed to arrive ahead of him to increase her chances of finding him.

Knowing that the Holland family had already taken precautions with their cars, Abigail opted to travel on foot to avoid attracting attention.

As soon as she stepped out the gate, she spotted Hugo sitting in his convertible.

"Abigail, where are you headed? Let me give you a ride!"