Chapter 8N
Freya’s car was outside. The one who stepped out of it, though, wasn’t her. It was her assistant, Alfred.
Alfred had just graduated from college and I had to admit, the guy was good–looking.N
He walked up to me and held out his hand. “No need for a handshake,” I said, keeping both hands in my pockets and staring him down.”
“You’re right. There’s no need for that,” Alfred replied, putting his hands back in his own pockets. “I just came to hand things over peacefully. Since you’re planning to divorce Freya, I’ll be the one looking after her from now on.“}]
“So this is your way of staking your claim?” I asked.N
His words rubbed me the wrong way.
Indeed, I had already made up my mind about the divorce–but the way he said it, it was like twisting a knife in an open wound.}]
“That’s not it,” he said, that smug little smirk never leaving his face. “I just wanted to make you a promise, so you can walk away without worry.”
There it was–that look in his eyes. Like he was daring me to do something. I didn’t get it. He had already won. Why go out of his way to provoke me?
But I stopped trying to make sense of it. I clenched my fist and punched him, hard.
Somewhere in all of this events, I had changed. I wasn’t that calm, mild–mannered guy anymore. The violence, the rage–it came too quickly now.
I didn’t stop at just one punch. I knocked him down and climbed on top of him, pounding his face with both fists.
I broke his nose. Blood poured out. Only then did I stop. “Get lost. Don’t ever show your face in front of me again.”
I didn’t wait for a response. I just walked away.N
Back upstairs, I stood by the window, looking down at Alfred.
He lay there for a long time. People passed by, whispering, pointing. It was half an hour before he finally staggered to his feet and looked up at my window.
I don’t know why, but even after I beat him to a bloody mess, he still had that cold, smug grin–like he’d won.”
Later that night, Freya called me.§
The moment Freya got on the phone, she was furious. “Jonas, have you lost your mind?” she snapped. “I swear, you’ve turned into some kind of violent maniac!”
“I asked Alfred to go see you so he could bring you home for a calm conversation–and you beat him the moment you saw him? He’s in the hospital right now!“}
Hearing her outburst, everything suddenly clicked.
That’s why Alfred had come to see me–why he’s acted the way he did. It was intentional.
Alfred knew Freya might still have lingering feelings for me. He was afraid our divorce wouldn’t go through as cleanly as he wanted. So he stirred things up, pushed my buttons and gave Freya one more reason to hate me–fast–tracking the breakup.
That way, he could step in without resistance and take my place.
But he’d miscalculated.
I was done. Emotionally, I had already walked away. There was nothing left to shake.
“Oh, really?” I said flatly, not reacting to her anger. “You really picked the perfect guy to come get me. You want to know what the first thing he said to me was?”
“What did he say?” Freya asked, her tone suddenly cautious.
“He said your money is his now. And that I had no right to ask for anything in the divorce.”
Then I hung up.
In truth, Alfred never said any of those. But it didn’t matter. That one line was enough to make a man like him pay the price. Because no matter how rich the Weiss Family was, nobody likes someone trying to dig for gold.
And if your little side piece, who isn’t even officially in the picture yet, starts eyeing the family fortune, well…
Let’s just say people start questioning whether he ever loved Freya at all.
10:30 AM .
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It didn’t take long for Freya to call me again.”
