Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

STRONG LIVE

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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ON ITS WAY.

Frey casually reads, marking a few things on his tablet. He looked up at James. "How did you meet that woman, James?" frey asked, raising his face and putting the tablet beside him.

James momentarily frowned, looking at his boss's face through the middle rearview of the car. Then he focused on driving. "I'm sorry, sir. Whose woman do you mean?"

Frey smiled as she stared at the streets. "Why do you look stupid lately, James?"

James scratched his head that was not itching. "I really don't understand what you mean sir" he said later.

Frey exhaled in annoyance. "You really don't know?" Frey's eyebrows go up next door.

"Yes sir." James replied innocently.

"Forgot it."

Capturing the expression on his master's face. He thought for a moment. Then he understood the meaning of the man who had been his boss for 8 years.

"What do you mean Miss Yara, sir?" James hesitated a little to say what was on his mind.

"Sad.." Frey clucked with the corners of his lips rising upwards. He looked back at the street with a flat face without expression.

James exhaled first, then spoke. "Sorry, sir. Mrs Yara was able to air you. Maybe he still thinks that the man he married is Mr. Leonard." James recouped the short conversation by swallowing his saliva heavily. He returned to the gas and continued his journey.

Frey did not comment. He simply curled his lips and took a breath as he recalled the unthinkable events. He could put this plan together as Frey had hoped. Frey waited for this time for five years. The plan was absolutely perfect when Erland didn't know that Wyanet's production wasn't working because Frey was behind it all. Leonard can also execute his plan well by pretending to be a helper to save the Wyanet company and marry their beloved daughter.

Memories from a few years ago returned. The wound will not dry and will continue to blush. It will not run out and will break when time carries the opportunity that he is waiting for. The sadness returned, as he roared to see his daddy die. The dark events are still pouring out, and Frey is pretending to be strong in this life.

Edward Miles is the man Frey respects the most. Now Lex Talionis's law will apply to Frey. Eye for eye. Whoever has wounded the most precious person in his life even to the point of taking his life must be rewarded with the same wound.

Frey again took a short breath with a face expression that was hard to guess. He kept silent and looked out the window. His back is stuck to the chair. Looking towards the road that is passed. They veered and entered Miles' residence. This Miles residence has a decorative tile entrance decorated with a beautiful fountain. The house has ten bedrooms, a sizable living room, an oak-paneled library, an impressive dining room. The house was decorated with luxury. The main lounge has an 18-foot-carved couch couch couch and an ornate bar full of the most beautiful champagne, cognac and whiskey. Miles' residence uses parquet floors, elaborate plasterwork, and sophisticated brick fireplaces. This house also has all the decorations like the house of a richest businessman beat the entrepreneurs in other countries. The property also has a library, cedar-coated spa, and swimming pool.

"Please sir,"

"Thank you James" said Frey, tidying up his suit.

"I'll be back tomorrow, sir."

"Hm. Oh yes, tomorrow do not forget to remind our clients. I don't want what happened a few days ago to happen again."

Understand what his master means. James answered quickly. "Good, sir."

"Thank you for your hard work today, James. Now you can go home and rest!"

James just smiled and bowed to pay his respects. He got into the car and left his master standing there.

Frey stepped in and was greeted with respect by some of the servants who were there. Frey walked over to the main door of the Miles residence.

"Good afternoon sir, Lady Victoria is back and she's resting in her room." The waiter said politely. Frey did not comment. The waiter took a few steps forward to open the suit that Frey was wearing.

Frey quickly rejected it. "No, thank you, let me" he said flatly and stepped into the living room. He walked to his room without asking where Yara was. As usual Frey will spend his time on the balcony while enjoying the twilight.

THE CZECH!

Door opens. "God..." Frey held her breath for a moment as she saw Victoria already standing inside her room.

Victoria turned her body around and smiled at Frey. "Home home, baby?"

"I should have asked that. I don't think mommy wants to go home again?" said Frey stiff and cold. He walked past Victoria's body without letting go of the usual longing of a mother and child. Frey opened a collection of wine stored in his closet.

"You didn't ask Mommy?" Victoria snorted in annoyance.

Frey poured the wine into the legged glass on the table. "Make what? Didn't Mommy never ask me?" he said flat without looking at Victoria.

"Don't you want me to come home?" Victoria protested when Frey was acting normal.

"It's mom, I don't want to argue. Mommy wasn't always like this. Mommy always ran away from home when I took out the guy you dated." Frey smiled wryly at the end of his sentence.

Victoria stared in annoyance at the man born from her womb. "Why do you always judge Mommy badly, Frey?" Victoria's tone began to rise.

"Because from the beginning mommy started it. Mommy herself cut that distance." Frey growled while placing the glass cup violently until it made a loud noise. Victoria was surprised by the sound.

"Whatchu mean? I cut the distance to my own son?" Victoria's eyes crossed sharply.

Frey's eyes began to glaze over. He held back all the anger that was coming back from his chest. "I don't want to remember any of that mom. So, out! I want to rest" he said flatly without looking at Victoria.

"What makes you so angry, Frey?" Victoria did not accept it. Jaw hardens. "Mommy wants to be happy too!"

Frey looked at Victoria. He took a deep breath while tightly squeezing his hand. "happy?" Frey smiled mirically. "Mommy never changes? One month after daddy's death, Mommy has been dating another man. And to my disappointment, mommy was dating my best friend. Is that happiness you're looking for?" Jerky Frey. His eyes held a lot of pain. "As long as I'm alive, I've never felt what it's like to be spoiled or chatting with a woman who is said to always give affection to the child they love. When daddy left, mommy let me down and chose to have fun with a guy much younger than mommy!" frey's voice is rising. His jaw tightened firmly holding in anger. Her tears fell down her cheeks.

"Why do you always talk about that again? Isn't that a long time ago?" Victoria's offsetting Frey's voice. His emotions were also stirred when he heard the words of his son.

Frey smiled again. His heart ached when he heard his mother's words. At least he's sorry. Butwhat? he always wins by himself and never introspection. Only with breaths continuing to blow and enter through an open mouth, Frey strengthened his heart and spoke. "If that's what makes you happy. Keep going like this. I won't stand in your way. And I hope mommy doesn't interfere with my life either."

DEG

Victoria clenched her hands so tightly. His emotions are getting more controlling. Chest burn. The fire in his heart grew more and more. He himself could not even understand Frey. His stubbornness cannot be allowed. "Is that why you got married and didn't tell mommy?"

"For what? Whether I get married or not, it's not mommy's business." Frey said calmly.

Hearing that sentence, Victoria immediately swung her hand, slapping Frey's cheek so hard.

PLAKKK!

The sound of the slap was blaring. Until making Frey's cheeks left a red rash.

"So that woman is your wife? You fucking jerk!" Victoria was so emotional and pushed Frey's body back.

Frey smiled slightly as she saw the change in the face of the woman who had given birth to her. At least he managed to make the woman angry. Victoria always did not care about her life. "Why is mommy angry? Didn't mommy ever think of me? She was my woman of choice. At least she's a good woman."

Victoria exhaled so harshly. He ruffled his waist and looked at Frey sharply. "Don't expect her life to be quiet in this house, Frey. I've never blessed your marriage, remember that!" Victoria gave Frey a warning.

"If mommy hurts her. That means mommy hurt me too." Frey blatantly without expression.

"Oh...Just because of that damn woman, you dare threaten mommy?" Victoria did not accept it. He stared at Frey. "Before you apologize, don't expect that woman to come out of the cellar." Victoria's words pressed her sentence. This time the threat was no joke. After saying that, he immediately left Frey.

Bruckkkk!

Victoria threw the door down pretty hard. This happens often between them. Frey took a deep breath while rubbing his face violently.

"Mommy, lock him up in the cellar?"

SERIATE.....

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