Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

BURYING THE PAST

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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Alea could no longer bear all the turmoil inside her chest. He moved his steps. Closer to Frey. However,

Frey stepped away from Alea. His face looks cold and stiff. He put it in his pants pocket.

Alea tightened her jaw. His heart was like it was being hit when he saw Frey move away from him. He closed his eyes with a million pains in his chest. "Frey, we've been through it together. Don't be like this, please!" Alea said still staring at the frozen Frey before him. There was a clear shadow in his eyes, which was ready to fall in a single blink.

Frey took a deep breath and spoke. "Don't talk like that Alea, I did that to keep my distance from you."

Alea frowned. Trying to understand Frey's intentions, even though his heart is really sick. Frey who used to love him wasn't like this. "What do you mean Frey?"

Frey smiled cynically. "I don't like to see you like this, as if you were the most hurt woman. You think I don't know everything? your meeting with Victoria and you took the money from her. I know everything, Alea."

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Alea's heart was hit hard. His face stiffened. His breath was rapidly gushing out from his mouth. It was as if carbon dioxide was being held back and burned by his shock. To swallow his saliva he was so hard, he fell silent and continued to look at Frey. His hands seemed to tremble in shock.

"Don't understand what you mean?" Alea pretended to be confused.

Frey stepped closer and locked her gaze towards Alea. "You don't understand?" Frey pressed his words.

"What are you talking about? I never received any money from your mother. I left because of Victoria's threat." Alea told a lie. As much as possible, stay calm. Although honestly he can not cover his nervousness. Frey knows that he received the money Victoria gave him. That was hated by Frey.

"God!" Frey let out a short breath, he escaped his annoyed gaze. He did not like Alea's attitude. He looked back at Alea. "I don't want to talk about that anymore. Our relationship is over Alea and I hope this is our last meeting."

"No Frey. I don't want to end this relationship. I know you still love me. Don't be like this Frey." Alea said with a stammering breath. Clear water instantly gathered on her eyelids, but did not fall down on her cheeks.

"Don't use your tears to melt my heart, Alea. Ever since you left me, I swore I'd never forgive you."

Alea shook her head quickly, the tears that had gathered on her eyelids slipping freely wetting her cheeks. He doesn't want to be blamed for this. "You should have asked her mother, Frey. He should be blamed for this. He came to threaten me. I was so scared back then Frey and I had to."

"Don't look for excuses anymore Alea. You should have understood what Victoria was like and everything was clear, when you disappeared and left the letter and said our relationship was over." Frey snapped. He looked at Alea with a sharp look.

Alea closed her eyes while taking a deep breath. "Well, I was wrong and I'm sorry for leaving you. But let's start all over again."

"Starting all over again? Wh-wh-what for? I'm married to Alea. So don't ever dream of starting our relationship again."

Is.deg...deg...!

Alea's heart was beating so strongly. His face stiffened, his eyes perfectly rounded with his mouth open. His breath was heard going up and down. His hands are shaking. His face looks pale. He took a few steps back and shook his head. A painful fact for him, Frey is married? This is impossible!

"You're married? is that your mother's choice?" Alea said in disbelief.

"She's my choice and I love her." Flat Frey.

Alea laughed blandly. "No way Frey. Iknowyou. You're hard to open your heart to another woman. I won't believe." Alea shook her head.

Frey smiled faintly upon seeing Alea's reaction. "Yes. You might not believe that. So let's just say I'm not married. But I can't go back to the relationship that once hurt me." Frey locked her gaze towards Alea. His hands are in front of his chest. The caravan is so calm.

"But I-I.I love you Frey..." Alea stammered on continuing her sentence. He squeezed his hand so hard. Frey no longer loved her. His heart was so wounded knowing this truth.

Frey smiled faintly, his eyes down. "But I don't love you anymore. I've buried my old love with nothing left."

"Ohhhh...." Alea again could only let out a stern breath.

"Sa-honey...? Isn't that my call to you."

Alea couldn't talk. Frey's calm demeanor made Alea even more helpless. His heart was getting hit hard. I don't feel able to stand up. His eyes immediately glazed over. One tear fell on his cheek. Alea rubbed it quickly.

Frey circulated his gaze, realizing something. "Is this your dream cafe? You ever say you want to have a dream cafe together?" Frey smiled sinisterly looking at Alea. "The world is indeed narrow Alea, why did Mr Johan invite me to meet here? Or maybe this is part of your plan, too?"

Degs...

Alea's heart was like a knife. He exhaled his breath even though he was now out stammering. He just fell silent and cried. Breathing falters. Trying to channel all the bad feelings that overflow so sore.

"Frey, don't.don't be like..." Again Alea could not continue her words. He could only speak through his tears.

"Enough Alea. Never blame yourself again. I was hoping you could find a much better man than me."

Alea continued to shake her head and continued to stare at Frey with a pushy look. Her tears kept flowing down her cheeks. "Please, I'm sorry Frey. I love you so much."

Frey didn't say anything more, he immediately left the cafe.

Alea's body went limp as if it was boneless. He left and immediately sat on the floor. His shoulders shook and continued to cry.

"Don't do that Frey. I love you so much." Alea said softly with tears in her eyes. His crying was bitter and pitiful. Now he needs Frey. His life is not long.

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While on the other side.

Yara takes her phone to contact Ethan. He enters Ethan's number into his phone and presses the call sign.

Tut...

The call is connected and Ethan's voice is heard from the other side.

"Hallo,"

Yara was breathing nervously. "Hallo, how's Ethan doing? I'm Yara Wyanet."

"Hey... Yara, how are you?" I heard a happy smile on the other end of the phone.

"Good news. Sorry I just called you."

"Ah..it's okay Yara, no need to apologize." Ethan smiled.

Yara scratched her non-itchy head. "Ethan, there's actually something I want to ask you."

"What's Yara about?"

"Related ..."

Tit.. there is no sound.

Yara looked at her phone screen and the screen was black. The call is dead. Yara's phone is running out of battery. He forgot to charge. He drew and exhaled a long breath with his head bowed.

"Geez, how could I forget to charge my phone." Yara let out a short sigh while staring at her dead phone.

Yara immediately stepped up to charge her phone battery. He then sat on the mattress while massaging his back that felt sore. He twisted it over and over again so that his muscles would not strain anymore.

Yara then keeps Ethan's business card, not wanting Frey to suspect him just because of the business card. After keeping the card, Yara went to the bathroom. Wash his body with warm water. Water shower flutters flushed his head until it flowed down to his feet. It deliberately increases the volume of water that comes out. It is necessary to open the mouth so that it can draw oxygen to breathe. Yara rubbed the soap onto her face and her entire body while closing her eyes. Don't wanna linger. He also cleansed his body with warm water. His body is much fresher. Yara immediately put on a pajama towel and came out of the bathroom. He saw a clock hanging on the wall. Frey hasn't come home yet. Rest is the right choice for now.

SERIATE.....

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