Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 85

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.”

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.”