Walter dropped his gaze, staring at Peanut without saying a word or even twitching a muscle.


    The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. The cop furrowed his brow, about to speak up, when Freya suddenly lifted her head. She nced at Walter, then turned to the officer. "Can we get a minute alone?"


    The cop hesitated, then ushered them and Peanut into a side room.


    "Make it snappy," he said, shutting the door behind them.


    Quinn plopped down on a chair, peering through the ss at Walter and Freya inside.


    Walterzily pulled out a chair and sat. Freya, clutching Peanut''s hand, stood there, not bothering to sit.


    It was the first time Freya hadid eyes on Walter in the four years since she got locked up.


    He looked just the same, even his hair was the same length.


    While she was in the mmer, she found out Peanut wasn''t Walter''s kid and it crushed her.


    Every day, she thought about grilling him for the truth when she got out, asking who Peanut''s real dad was.


    She also thought abouting out swinging at Walter, maybe even taking him down with her. Revenge crossed her mind too, making him hurt like she did.


    But as time went on, those thoughts faded. She started to forget his face, forget their time together. Walter, even his name was a lie. Her so-called husband was just a blurry figure in her memory.


    For someone so vague, how could those tangled emotions stick around?


    And now, four yearster, she saw Walter. His face, his body, filled in that blurry outline in her heart.


    All those buried thoughts and feelings came rushing back.


    They stayed quiet for a long time. Walter leaned back in his chair, giving Freya a faint smile.Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Freya was the one who finally broke the silence.


    "So, what do I call you now?" she asked.


    Walter looked away. "Whatever you want."


    Freya held back her emotions, locking eyes with him. "Walter, when I was in prison, when I got out, I reyed our past a million times. Even though I haven''t been a saint, ask yourself, did I ever do you wrong? To help you get a foothold in the Kennedy family, I pushed my dad to bring you into thepany. To cover your so-called financial gaps, I sold my shares without a second thought. But what did you do to me?"


    She paused, then went on, "You all set me up. You personally sent me to prison, and even Peanut... Walter, do you feel any guilt towards me? Even a little bit."


    Walter gently rubbed the edge of the table, like he was deep in thought.


    Freya waited a long time but still got no answer from him.


    Even someone as smooth-talking as him was silent.


    Freyaughed bitterly. "But I''vee to realize something. I can''t me anyone else. It''s all on me. If I hadn''t crossed paths with you, hadn''t fallen for you, the Freya standing here today wouldn''t exist. What''s funny is that even our first meeting seems to have been part of your grand n."


    Rather than saying Freya had figured it out, it was more like she had given up.