I looked at him with a tight smile and asked, “Freddie, does she really know nothing?”
Although Freddie and I were secretly married, anyone who paid attention could tell our situation was nowhere near simple.
Imogen had asked about Freddie and me more than once; even someone clueless would get it.
“At least I haven’t mentioned anything.”
Freddie’s cold voice came out, and in that moment, it felt like my chest cracked apart.
“Bella, let me tell you, if you cause her trouble, we’re getting a divorce!”
For those three years, whenever I felt upset because of Imogen, Freddie always liked to use divorce to threaten me.
Each time, I bowed my head and gave in.
Only that one time, I agreed. “Freddie, then let’s get a divorce.”
Later, during the divorce process, Freddie set harsh terms to force me to give up, nearly telling me to walk away with nothing.
I made a clean choice and signed the divorce papers.
Back then, there was no waiting period for divorce and we quickly got our divorce documents.
At the doors of the City Hall, Freddie clenched his teeth and warned me not to regret it.
Freddie acted like he was sure I would change my mind, that I would regret it, but I didn’t.