Chapter 85 Taking a Stand
Chapter 85 Taking a Stand
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Aiden let out a dramatic sigh. “Freya, I know you mean well, but honestly, you’re wasting your breath. That kid always scores at the bottom of the class. He probably doesn’t understand a word you said.”
“I do understand! You’re just making stuff up!” the brat immediately shouted back without thinking–he was so used to Aiden’s jabs, it was practically a reflex.
“What nonsense are you spewing now?” the boy’s mother stormed over and yanked her son behind her protectively. “Don’t act like your own kid’s some kind of prize. Worry about him first!”
“Freya doesn’t have a kid–I’m her nephew,” Aiden corrected, then added with a smug tone, “Ma’am, it’s not your not as good–looking as our Freya, but it is your fault for having no manners.”
Freya followed up calmly, voice gentle but unyielding:
fault you’re
“There’s a saying–what kind of person you are determines how you see the world. Ma’am, I won’t stoop to your level, because your words already show us the state of your marriage, and just what you’d do if your husband ever went broke. I’m not like you. Whether my husband has money or not, it doesn’t change the fact that I’d still stay by his side. So don’t compare us. There’s no point. After all, in your eyes, any pretty woman must be trying to steal your husband.”
Her voice softened, filled with a kind of pity.
“Here’s the truth–a woman in a healthy relationship believes in mutual love and respect. If someone treats her sincerely, she returns it in kind. If not, she moves on gracefully. No one’s life depends on anyone else’s affection. Instead of clinging without dignity and making a mess of yourself, it’s better to let go and focus on your own path. There’s no reason you can’t find success in both career and love. Some women even use their children as an excuse to stay in toxic marriages, not realizing that bad homes only teach bad examples. Too many people are trapped in unhappy relationships because they’re unconsciously repeating the toxic patterns they saw growing up.”
By now, some people in the gathering crowd had even started clapping. But the woman clearly wasn’t touched.
“Oh, spare me!” she snapped. “I bet you’re just itching for me to get a divorce so you can slide into my spot! Well, keep dreaming! Even if I die, I’ll still be his lawfully wedded wife! No two–bit homewrecker is ever going to take my place!”
Freya was floored. First, she’d been called a vixen. Now she was being accused of having an affair and trying to steal someone’s husband–all because she offered a bit of sound advice? It was absurd.
What kind of life was this woman living if she treated every other woman like a thief in waiting? And for what–a man who didn’t even love her?
Freya was just about to fire back when Aiden suddenly stepped forward–and then, unexpectedly, an arm settled across her shoulder.
She turned–and found Louis’s face right beside hers, so close it startled her into instinctively stepping back. But his arm held her firmly in place–he had strength, and she couldn’t move an inch.
Which was probably a good thing, or else she might’ve stomped on his foot in panic.
Louis’s voice was calm and flat, but it carried a weight that made people instinctively shrink back.
“Please watch your words, ma’am,” he said coldly. “It’s not my wife’s fault she’s beautiful. And if that makes you insecure, don’t worry–she doesn’t like unattractive men.”
