Chapter 110
“You’re right–you do need time to think,” I said, looking directly at her. “I’ll give you a month. But not to try and fix what’s already broken. This month is for you–to get really clear about what you want. That’s it. Now go.“}
This time, Freya didn’t argue. She stood still for a moment, silent, then quietly left.” After she was gone, I couldn’t bring myself to focus on work anymore.”
The air felt heavy, stale. So I walked into my office the next morning and quit my job. I packed a bag and decided to travel for a while–just to breathe.
On the road, I ran into two of my old high school classmates. They’d ended up together, had two kids. Life wasn’t easy for them–they were still saving up for a home–but they looked genuinely happy. Content. Laughing together like the world hadn’t worn them down. One of them asked how things were going with Freya.}
I smiled faintly and said, “We’re divorced.“}
After twenty–some days on the road, I came back home.>
That evening, Freya showed up with our son. She must’ve known I was back. She made dinner. It was quiet–we didn’t mention the divorce or anything about the past.
After the meal, she packed up and got ready to leave with our son. I walked them downstairs.
Just before she got into the car, she turned to me and said, “Come by tomorrow. I’m ready to sign the papers.“}
“Alright,” I replied.”
The next day, I returned to that now–familiar–but–distant house. The front door was half open.
I pushed it the rest of the way in.}
Freya was sitting alone on the couch. When she saw me, she stood up and said, “I had the lawyer draft a new version of the agreement. Take a look. If it looks good, we’ll sign it and make it official.“}
“Okay.””
I opened the folder and read it carefully. Everything was more or less the same. Our son would stay with her. I didn’t argue.
But one clause stood out: for the next three years after the divorce, neither of us was allowed to remarry.”
I had no idea why she felt the need to add that. Was she hoping I’d come back? Still holding on to some fantasy of reconciliation?
I didn’t ask. I picked up the pen and signed without hesitation. The divorce was finalized soon after. I walked away with a few properties and a small share of the company.
I had no intention of ever seeing Freya again.§
After the divorce, I spent over a month liquidating my shares in the company. With the cash in hand, I decided to start something of my
own.
By the third year of building my business, things had finally begun to take off. That’s when we landed a major deal–one that could be a game–changer. Everyone in the company had been working non–stop for over a month to prepare.
But when I arrived at the meeting… There she was.
Freya.
Cur business manager, smiling wide, stepped between us and said cheerfully, “Let me introduce you–this is Mr. Sauerbeck, our CEO. And this is Ms. Weiss. Funny thing, I think you both went to the same university? Small world, huh?”
He chuckled, oblivious to the tension in the air.”
Freya and i just stared at each other. Neither of us said a word. The air turned awkward fast.
Sensing the silence stretching too long, I finally broke it.
“It’s been a while.”
Freya nodded, her voice calm. “It has.”
She reached out her hand.
“You really do know each other?” The manager clapped his hands, laughing awkwardly. “Well, I guess this partnership was meant to bel Then, after a second, even he could feel the weight in the room. He wisely shut up.
At dinner, our teams were all laughs and polite toasts, doing the usual business dance. Freya and I, though, said nothing.
We sat across from each other at the big round table, watching one another from a distance, like two ghosts from a past life.E By the end of the evening, Freya stood and said flatly, “Our company agrees to move forward with the project.”
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