I picked up my hot cocoa and took a sip. I simply told her everything. "Freya, in fact, I ran into Zachary while he was shopping with that woman. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to accept it, so I kept it a secret and didn't say anything. I'm sorry."
Freya looked up at me with an indifferent expression. "No wonder Emma has been avoiding me recently."
I was a little embarrassed and explained, "Well, you see, Emma couldn't hide things, so she had to..."
"Forget it," Freya said as she waved her hand to dismiss the matter. "Tell her that she doesn't have to try so hard to find an excuse to avoid me now. Everything's settled."
"You really don't blame us?" Although I knew her character, I was still not sure.
Freya let out a long sigh. She put down the coffee cup in her hand and looked at me with a serious and calm expression. "Actually, you can tell me directly. There's no need to bother. I already know about Zachary and that woman."
What she meant was that she knew even before the ribbon-cutting ceremony.
That was not surprising. As Freya had keen eyes, it was natural that she would have realized if there was something fishy about him. Moreover, you couldn't fake love. Even if you pretended, it would show.
I pursed my lips and didn't know what to say at the moment.
Freya turned to look out of the window. Her eyes were shallow and her expression was sorrowful and cold. "I hate betrayal the most, but it just so happened that I was the product of my father's betrayal of his family. Perhaps this is fate, and I'll bear the same pain my mother did."
"How can you blame yourself?" I felt uncomfortable. My chest felt stuffy, as if something had blocked it.
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