hapter 123 Sarcasm and Spite
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“Oh? You seem awfully curious about our situation.” Now that Freya had figured out who this woman was, she didn’t bother being polite. It was clear the other woman hadn’t come with good intentions.
“Well, even if you’re not technically part of the Graham family anymore, we’re still relatives in name. I figured I’d ask, just being considerate.” As she spoke, the woman deliberately ran her hand across her purse, making sure the gesture couldn’t be missed. Freya guessed it was some new designer handbag, probably hot off the shelves. Too bad she didn’t recognize it—and, even if she had, she wouldn’t have batted an eye. She couldn’t even fake envy. Truth was, she didn’t envy her at all.
“Sorry to disappoint, but we’re still married.”
“You don’t say?” The woman’s eyes gleamed as she leaned casually on the table in front of Freya. “Well now, you’re sharper than I thought. Bet you made sure to stash away some cash when Louis was still loaded, huh? Unlike the rest of us–no benefits at all. You really know how to work things. Still not divorced? What’s the payout you’re aiming for this time?”
So she’s trying to fish for information now? What a poor attempt, too. Clearly, she thought so little of the old Freya Freya had replaced. If she managed to dig up anything useful and found out Louis still had money, she’d no doubt come knocking on his door all over again. Too bad for her–Louis really was broke now.
“You know what they say: what you see in others reflects who you are. I’m guessing you’re the type to ditch a man the second he’s down and run straight into someone else’s arms, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t so casually assume everyone else is the same.”
Freya wasn’t finished. She pointed to the woman’s purse.
“And if you’re gonna flash around that hideous bag, don’t bother trying to hide it with your hand. It’s not working. You might as well save yourself the effort. Oh, my bad–your family’s pretty stingy with you, right? Your husband probably didn’t give you much money. You must’ve scraped together every penny to get that ugly thing. That’s on me–forget I said anything. I’m sure it’s a lovely bag. After all, everyone has different taste, and you can’t put a price on personal preference.”
Freya was usually respectful and polite–but only to people who deserved it. If someone came at her with bad intentions, she had no problem showing them she wasn’t some pushover. And this woman in front of her? She was a perfect example.
“You–what the hell is your problem?” the woman stammered, not expecting Freya to hit back so hard. She’d always seen Freya as haughty but insecure–putting on airs to cover her weakness. But now, it was like she was facing a whole different person. It threw her off completely. Could it be that Freya’s found someone else now that Louis is down?
“Hmm? Was I not clear enough?” Freya’s tone sharpened. “If you’re gonna play dumb, I’ll make it even clearer: I’ve been giving you some face, but don’t get cocky. Just because Louis is down right now doesn’t mean you get to act all high and mighty. I’ve seen your type a dozen times over. And if you think you can come show off in front of me, you’ve got the wrong idea.”
“All you are is Louis‘ wife! He’s got nothing now. You think you’re still some kind of big shot? Please. He didn’t even like you when he had money–now that he’s broke, what makes you think he can protect you? Talking to me like that? Just you wait!”
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