Chapter 7
Willa suddenly screamed, clutching her stomach, “It hurts… baby… don’t scare mommy…
Here we go again.
Yuri let out a cold laugh, clamping his hands over his ears as he stood up.
Amid the stunned gazes of everyone, he turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
The most important thing right now was to find Freya, fast.
Bruce’s schedule was down to the minute.
Having just picked out our wedding rings, he didn’t waste a moment before dragging me straight to the bridal shop.
I collapsed onto the velvet sofa, groaning,
tomorrow?”
He unbuttoned his jacket with one hand, raising an eyebrow. “No. I’m afraid if we wait too long, things will get complicated.”
I chuckled helplessly. “Do I really seem that unreliable to you? We’ve already gotten our marriage certificate, and you still don’t feel secure?”
He nodded seriously. “Yeah.”
I grabbed a cushion and threw it at him. He caught it easily, pulling me to my feet in the process.
“Don’t even think about running away. Try it on now.”
When the shop assistant slowly drew back the curtains, a hush fell over the room./
I stepped out, wearing a vintage European
tendin
wedding dress. I saw Bruce standing there, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently.
His voice was hoarse as he moved closer and gently pulled me into an embrace.
“Two years ago, when I bid on this dress at the Sotheby’s auction, I couldn’t stop imagining how beautiful you’d look wearing it.”
The assistants snickered behind their hands, and I hurriedly buried my burning face in his chest.
Just then, the glass door was suddenly thrown open.
“Let her go!”
Yuri stormed in, anger written all over his face, and reached for me.
I recoiled in disgust, stepping back from his
grasp.
Yuri’s hand missed its mark, and a flash of pain flickered in his eyes.
“Freya, there’s a limit to how much you can throw a tantrum! The video leak, blocking me, getting a fake marriage… you went too far with all of it, and I could let it slide!”
He pointed at Bruce, his voice raw with emotion.
“I defended you in front of everyone, rejected Willa’s proposal under pressure, and now you’re here, trying on wedding dresses? Have you even thought about my feelings?”
I looked at him coldly.
“Yuri, I’ll say this one more time: I’m not throwing a tantrum! Bruce and I really did get our certificate, just the day you left me to find Willa! The moment you walked out of my life, we were over.”
He shook his head, staggering back a step.
“So just because I left you that day, you immediately went and married someone else?”
I suddenly burst out laughing.
“You had pregnant Willa move into our home and expected me to raise that child. Think about it for a second–if I were carrying another man’s child, would you be willing to step up as the father?”
His face went pale in an instant, and he hastily tried to explain.
“Freya, this is different, don’t twist my words! Willa and I… it was an accident, the child is innocent! No matter what, I’ve always loved you! Can’t you put our years of relationship first and give me another chance?”
I answered immediately.
“Not one step back! You always said I had
a princess temper, right? Well, now I’m showing it. Please leave, and don’t ever show up in front of me again.”
My words seemed to cut deep.
He used to hate it when I said I had a “princess temper, and now, I was admitting it.
Yuri’s eyes suddenly welled with tears.
Just as I turned to leave, he suddenly dropped to his knees, grabbing the hem of my wedding dress.
“Freya, I was wrong! I swear, I’ll cut all ties with Willa, and I won’t keep the child!”
He urged desperately.
“Go divorce him now, and we’ll get married right away! Now! Immediately!”
Yuri’s words left me speechless,
and I couldn’t help but laugh at his shamelessness.
Bruce, who had been standing silently behind me, finally lost his patience. His face darkened as he gently pushed me into the fitting room, speaking in a low voice.
“Stay in there, don’t come out.”
I nodded obediently, peering through the crack in the door as I watched Bruce adjust his tie. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for Yuri.
Outside, Bruce sneered.
“Yuri, do you really think I’m some pushover? You want my honey to divorce me in front of me?”
Yuri stood up, his face dark with anger.
“You’re just taking advantage of Freya being mad at me, there’s nothing to be proud of.”
Bruce’s voice suddenly grew sharp.
“Eight years. I’ve stood by her for eight years! And getting a good deal is all thanks to my own skills!”
“And you? She’s done so much for you… The Freya who used to be fearless, who would never back down, is now tiptoeing around your mother. She’s done nothing at Clayton’s family but learned to cook for you! She even washes your shirts by hand… and how did you repay her? Bringing your mistress home and kicking her out!”
I couldn’t help but sigh. So this is how others saw it. To Yuri, I was nothing but small and meek.
Bruce’s voice grew more heated as he took a deep breath.
“She gave everything for you, and this is the result? She deserves so much more!”
Yuri froze.
“Did she tell you all this? She tells you her personal stuff? Have you been hiding things from me…”
“Disgusting!”
Bruce grabbed the ashtray from the table and threw it at him.
Yuri’s forehead instantly started bleeding.
