Man, it was obvious he was in a rush. Freya had barely left the courthouse and hadn''t even settled into her seat when he blurted out, "I want a divorce." Freya went quiet for a sec, then out of nowhere asked, "Fine, I''ll agree to the divorce, but you gotta tell me, who''s Peanut''s dad?"


    Walter just stared at her, not saying a word.


    Freya locked eyes with him. "I have just one condition. If you don''t spill, no divorce. You can drag me to court, but then you''ll have to split half your stuff with me."


    Walter couldn''t risk going to court. If they started digging into his assets, the cops would definitely sniff around his business.


    Even though he thought he was covered, he couldn''t be sure there weren''t any loose ends.


    "I don''t know. There were so many people that day. How am I supposed to find him for you?" Walter said, acting all casual.


    Thinking back to their wedding day, Freya remembered the chaos and how much she drank. As the night got darker, she couldn''t make out who it was. The memory was all fuzzy now.


    "But without your say-so, who would get into our room? You just don''t wanna tell me, right?" Freya guessed, finding it super weird why Walter wouldn''t spill.


    Telling her wouldn''t hurt him at all.


    "Do you really wanna know?" Walter asked.


    "Yeah," Freya said, dead serious.


    Walter stared at her hard. After a bit, he finally said, "He''s dead."


    Freya''s eyes went wide. "What?"


    Walter leaned in closer. "I said he''s dead. Don''t you get it? You think I''d leave a loose end like that?"


    Freya just stared at him, then crumpled to the ground.


    Herst hope was gone.


    She stared nkly at the floor. After what felt like forever, she slowly looked up, tears in her eyes, and looked at Walter. "Then I''ll change my terms. I want $80,000." Walter chuckled. "$80,000?"


    "You can''t evene up with $80,000?" Freya asked, shocked.


    "You''re right. I really can''t give you $80,000. Freya, know your ce before you start making demands. What right do you have to negotiate with me now?" Walter said coldly.


    Freya smiled, desperate. "I have nothing now, just this worthless life. If you want it, take it."


    "Really? You''re not even gonna keep your son''s life?" Walter threatened.


    Freya said, "Look at him. What future does he have? If I can''t fix his illness, living would be torture for him. If you could help me with this, I''d be really grateful."


    Walter''s eyes turned icy, and he suddenlyughed. "Who said I wanna kill him? Maybe I''ll make his life even more miserable than you can imagine." Freya''s face changed.


    She stared at Walter, shocked. "Walter, he''s just a kid under five. Are you even human?"


    "Don''t try to y the sympathy card with me. I never fall for that. If you wanna negotiate, then negotiate. I hate it when people talk about humanity while negotiating with me," Walter said, his patience clearly running out. He grabbed Freya''s jaw and said in a low voice, "I''ll give you onest chance. Think carefully before you speak."Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    Freya''s chest heaved with anger.


    Looking at the face she once fell head over heels for, she felt disgust for the first time.


    She realized that "repulsive" wasn''t just about looks but something that came from the soul.


    Walter found her reaction amusing. It was the first time he''d seen her look so disgusted.


    He shoved her aside and stood up. "Fine. Since you have no conditions, see you at City Hall at 9 AM tomorrow."


    Just as Walter was about to leave, she grabbed his coat.