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When he entered the room, he found her curled up in a blanket on the chaise lounge, a black veil on her face as usual. Ever since she obtained the scars on her face, she had made a variety of veils in different colors. She refused to leave the house without wearing a veil or a hood.
In the past, whenever they met, Freya always had the look of someone ready for a fight, as if she could start a battle with Blake at any moment. But today, she looked weak and sickly. When she saw her husband, she merely glanced up before lowering her gaze, ignoring him altogether.
The maid standing by her side noticed and said, “General Jaffe, you’re finally here. Madam Freya has been ill for two days.”
Blake knew his wife had called for a physician, so he asked, “Are you feeling any better?”
Freya turned away from him, refusing to respond.
It seemed that neither of them wanted to argue today.
Blake sat down in a chair and remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, “Someone from Northwatch Estate came by today to demand payment.”
Freya’s eyes grew cold. She already knew, as her maid had informed her earlier,
“What are you trying to say? Are you going to accuse me of causing trouble at Northwatch Estate?”
Blake looked at her intently. “Why did you go to Northwatch Estate?”
Beheath the black veil, Freya’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “What do you think? I went to demand justice. I asked Sophie why she didn’t save me that day in Simonton City, why she caused you to drift away from me, and why you want to marry another woman.”
“Didn’t I already tell you? She had nothing to do with it. At the time, how could anyone have gone up the mountain to save you? The Westhaven troops were stationed all over the mountain. Going up there would have been suicidal,” Blake replied, growing agitated.
Freya laughed sarcastically. “You’re really good at defending her, aren’t you? Look at you-your heart must be with her, right?”
Blake’s expression darkened. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
“Too bad!” Freya turned her head away, pulling the blanket closer around her. “You may have feelings for her, but she has none for you. In her own words, she asked what you’re worth. To her, you’re not even worth mentioning.”
It felt like something had struck Blake’s heart with a heavy blow, sending a dull ache through him. He turned his head to look at the doves painted on the partition screen. The pair of birds playing in the water looked so intimate, their affection for each other causing his eyes to sting.
the he worth?
What was he worth?
Indeed, what was he worth to Sophie now?
Sophie was the beloved daughter of the Duke of Northwatch’s family, a hero of the Southern Frontier, the Hell Monarch’s betrothed, and the deputy commander of the Mystic Army and the Capital Guards. She held power over Blake’s direct superior, and even the superior of his superior.
“If you hadn’t used your military achievements to marry me, what would you and Sophie be like now?” Freya asked softly.
Her question struck Blake right in the heart, shattering all of his defenses into dust.
His face instantly went pale.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about it-he just didn’t dare to dwell on it.
Blake had tried hard to mask his thoughts, convincing himself that everything was already decided and that there was no point in looking back. But deep down, he knew why he couldn’t afford to think too deeply about it. If he hadn’t asked to marry Freya, he and Sophie would likely be very happy now, and his career would have been smooth and promising
Sophie and Blake would have made their mark together on the Southern Frontier battlefield. After that, he might have even become the deputy commander of the Mystic Army, since Rafael was always willing to promote young generals.
The king also held Blake in high regard. So, if he hadn’t used his military achievements to marry Freya, Salvador would have surely entrusted him with a significant position.
Regret-oh, the deep regret that came too late.
Blake never dared to look back or think about it, for fear that the regret would eat him
That was why B alive.
A cold gleam flickered in Freya’s eyes. “So what if Viola is the third lady of the Prince family? Who cares about the other noble ladies of the capital, or heiresses of prestigious families? Who could possibly compare to Sophie? Even though I hate her for not saving me that day, I can’t deny that any man who has seen her valor on the battlefield or her stunning beauty would want to marry her.”
She suddenly let out a sharp laugh. “And that same woman was once your wife.”
As Blake’s eyes dimmed completely, he left the room, utterly dejected.
Freya’s cold smile of satisfaction lingered.
Yes, she wanted Blake to realize what he had lost-a dazzling gem that no lady from the Prince family could ever replace. Even if that lady did enter his family, she would never find a place in his heart. If Freya couldn’t have it, no one else would.
But the words she spoke were a double-edged sword. They engraved Sophie’s name deep into Blake’s heart, but they also pierced Freya’s own heart mercilessly.
“As she laughed, tears began to fall and her smile turned bitter. So, this was how adept she had become at using such tactics to vie for affection.
As Blake stepped out of the estate, a sudden impulse surged within him-a strong desire to rush straight to Northwatch Estate.
He wanted to ask Sophie in person if there was still any chance between them.
Even though Freya had said today that Sophie thought nothing of him, even though Sophie’s attitude on the battlefield had been clear, even though he had been so resolute in divorcing her back then, he still couldn’t believe that his former wife could have erased him from her heart so quickly.
He thought she was merely angry at his ruthlessness, that she hated him for not keeping his promises. As long as she still felt anger and hate, it meant she still cared.
But the biting cold wind brought Blake back to reality-or perhaps he had been clear-headed all along and had just been momentarily overwhelmed by emotion. Things were already set in stone.
There was no point in seeking out Sophie. Even if she still had some lingering feelings for her former husband, she was going to marry Rafael, and Blake was going to marry Viola.
Their paths would never cross again.
Blake quietly returned to his study, sitting there for what felt like an eternity. His mind was haunted by the memory of the day he married Sophie, particularly the moment he lifted her white bridal veil and saw her calm and beautiful face.
The stunning sight from that moment still made his heart race, even now,
Sophie was such an extraordinary woman, and he had let her slip through his fingers.
“Blake! Blake!” Serena called from outside the door, accompanied by the sound of her knocking. He pulled himself together and asked, “What is it?””Blake, give me some money. I found a hairpin that I like,” Serena said coyly from behind the door.
“What money? All the money we have has been spent on the wedding preparations,” Blake replied irritably.
An angry Serena retorted, “What money does it take to marry a second-hand woman? Just bring her in with a simple litter! I’m at the age to discuss marriage, and have been invited to attend the garden party Lady Jessica is hosting in a few days. I don’t even have a decent piece of jewelry to wear!” 1
Blake opened the door, his displeasure evident as he said, “Watch your mouth. She is soon to be your sister-in-law. And you should stop associating with people like Lady Jessica-it’s damaging your reputation as a young lady.”
Serena snorted, her delicate face now cold and frosty. “Sister-in-law? She’s just a widow who got divorced and was sent packing. So what if she’s from the Earl of Silverstone’s family? When I marry the Hell Monarch and become his concubine, she’ll have to bow to me.”