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Chapter 18 Sending Her Off
Chapter 18 Sending Her Off
“You shameless woman!” Victoria slammed her cup onto the table in fury.
Freya remained calm, idly twirling her own cup between her fingers.
“You’re the one trying to wreck someone else’s marriage, and yet you don’t think you’re shameless, Where do you get the audacity to call me shameless? Since you think I’m shameless, I suppose there’s no point in continuing this conversation. My stance is simple, I will not be the one to initiate a divorce. If you want us to get divorced, go talk to Louis yourself. If he wants a divorce, I’ll sign the papers without hesitation.”
Victoria was breathing heavily “At the end of the day, you just don’t want to get a divorce!”
Freya nodded. “Sure, think of it as me not wanting a divorce.”
Hearing this confirmation, Victoria realized she wouldn’t get her way today. Snatching up her bag, she stormed toward the door. Just before leaving, she turned back and spat out venomously, “You wretched woman, just you wait. Louis will dump you you sooner or later!”
As the door closed again, Freya let out a long sigh. It was one thing for the male lead to be popular, but even the so–called villain attracted admirers. Not only did she have to help the original owner repay her debt to him, but she also had to deal with the women chasing after him it really wasn’t easy. If it weren’t for her conscience, she would have seriously considered getting a divorce.
But that was just a passing thought. She can’t bring herself to take over someone else’s life and then walk away as if she’s entitled to it. Even more so, she can’t just take advantage of someone’s wealth and then abandon them the moment they hit rock bottom. Although it isn’t her money that was spent, it’s all under her name now, isn’t it?
Forget it, forget it. Focus on making money. That’s the only thing that truly matters. If I ever starts overthinking, I just checks her bank balance. And if that doesn’t help, calculates my monthly expenses, because nothing is worse than having no money to spend.
Pushing the matter out of her mind, Freya opened her laptop to log addresses and item details. Then, she headed to her room to sort through the bags she had sold. Once everything was organized, she called the courier to schedule a pickup, she wanted today’s shipments sent out as early as possible.
After calculating her sales, she realized the total came to around 27,000 dollars. Once the buyers received their packages, her bank account would see a nice increase. If she sold a few more items, she could finally afford the down payment on a small apartment and officially become a homeowner!
Thinking about this, Freya suddenly felt a surge of motivation. She lost interest in writing for the moment and decided to browse real estate listings instead. My first home, I have to choose wisely.
After browsing for a while, Freya suddenly realized it was almost noon. She hadn’t even bothered to close the webpage before rushing to the kitchen, Louis had mentioned in the morning that he’d be coming home for lunch. She had been so absorbed in imagining her bright future that she completely lost track of time.
Lunch was going to be eat dumplings. She had already prepared the filling earlier that morning, and the wrappers had been bought the day before. Setting everything on the dining table, she began wrapping them. In her past life, she used to make these often just to pass the time, so her hands moved with practiced ease, forming a steady rhythm, one every few seconds. In no time, she had already wrapped over twenty.
Just as she was finishing up, Louis returned.
Freya remained focused, not even bothering to look up. “You’re back?”
“Yes, What are you doing?” Louis stood at the entrance, changing his shoes. From where he was, he could only see the rhythmic movements of her hands, but not what she was actually making. His curiosity got the better of him, and he asked instinctively.
