Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 4

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Ryan frowned, thrown for a loop. “Ms. Harper, you guys have been at it for fifteen years. Word is, you’re still trying for a kid. What’s the play here?”

“Just say if you’re in or out, Mr. Reed,” Freya said.

Ryan didn’t bite right away. He studied her, like he was trying to see through her poker face and figure out what she was scheming.

Just then, a waiter with a tray of coffee tripped, bumping into Freya. She stumbled, landing right in Ryan’s

arms.

Outside the café, tucked in a shadowy corner, a camera shutter clicked, capturing the moment.

Ryan caught the flash, his jaw tightening as he eased Freya back, not too gently. “Someone’s got a tail on you.”

Freya steadied herself against the table, waving it off. “Nobody’s following me.”

“Someone just snapped us,” Ryan said, his tone sharp but with a playful edge. “Ms. Harper, you piss off the wrong person? That little hug we just had? If that pic gets out, it’s gonna raise some eyebrows.”

Freya let out a soft chuckle. “Mr. Reed, if you’re as squeaky clean as you say, what’s there to worry about?”

Ryan smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Ms. Harper, you always this… laid-back?”

Freya scooped up her things and slipped on her sunglasses. “Mr. Reed, I’ve got places to be. I want this divorce done quick, and I’m betting you do too. Get that power of attorney drafted and email me a copy. I’ll make sure Liam signs, and we’ll get this ball rolling.”

“Deal.”

Freya turned and walked out. She hopped into a cab.

During the ride, her phone buzzed with a few photos-her and Ryan, shot from a sneaky angle.

It looked like Ryan was practically holding her in a lover’s embrace, the vibe way too intimate,

[Freya, pics good?]

The text came from her friend Chloe White, a pro wedding photographer with a killer eye for juicy shots.

Freya: [Perfect. Thanks, Chloe.]

Chloe: [Still don’t get it. You trying to mess with Liam’s head?]

Freya: [He’s yesterday’s news. I’m not that petty.]

Chloe: [Then what’s the deal?]

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Freya tapped out a reply: [Ryan’s a loose cannon. I’m worried he’ll throw a wrench in my plans. I need some dirt to keep him in line.]

Chloe wasn’t following. [You think he’ll sabotage the divorce? Doesn’t he want you and Liam split up?]

Freya sighed. [Sure, but he gets a bigger kick out of messing with me.]

It wasn’t the first time. Every time she had a plan, Ryan seemed dead set on screwing it up.

Now, with her mind made up about the divorce, she wasn’t about to let him derail her. She needed a safety

net.

Suddenly, the cab slammed on the brakes. Freya lurched forward, smacking into the front seat’s headrest.

The driver let out a curse. “Damn lovebirds making out in the street, screwing up traffic! What’s their deal?”

Freya glanced out the window. Up ahead, a guy and a girl stood together.

He’d just picked something up off the ground and handed it to her.

She was crying, clearly touched, and threw her arms around him.

They hugged right there in the road, forcing cars to screech to a halt.

A guy from a black sedan nearby hopped out, fuming. “Can you two take your lovefest somewhere else? This is dangerous, you know!”

Liam, one arm around the woman, flashed an OK sign with a charming grin. “My bad, man. My girlfriend dropped her bracelet. Just grabbed it for her.”

“Dropped or not, you don’t run into traffic for it! What if you got hit? You’re holding up all these cars! You owe us something!”

Liam stayed cool as a cucumber, raising his voice just enough. “Sorry, folks. I’ll cover any damages. Figure out the cost, hit up my assistant, and I’ll pay triple.”

Money talks. The drivers ready to rip into him suddenly backed off at the promise of triple pay,

Jason, Liam’s assistant, showed up, jotting down numbers, and traffic started moving again.

“Hey, miss, mind hanging tight for a sec? I’ll be quick, just gotta give ’em my info,” the cab driver said, eyeing the payout.

Freya cut him off. “This ride’s, what, ten bucks? Triple’s under fifty. I’ll give you three hundred Just drive.”

“Hell yeah!” The driver grinned, hitting the gas.

‘No wonder they say money makes the world go round’ Freya rubbed her temple, suddenly getting why Natalie fell for it.

A good-looking, smooth-talking guy showing up at her shop every day, never crossing the line, never pushing

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That slow, steady pursuit-few women could resist. Especially someone like Natalie, scraping by from a rough background.

“That girl’s got it good,” the driver mused. “Handsome boyfriend, risking it all for her bracelet. She’s set.”

Freya stayed quiet.

The driver kept going. “But the guy’s loaded, right? Why not just buy her a new one? Why risk it for some bracelet?”

‘Yeah, why risk it?’ she thought.

Freya’s mind drifted to how she and Liam met, a moment not so different.

She was in eighth grade, walking home when she found an injured kitten.

She scooped it up, planning to take it to a vet, but somehow, crossing the street, the cat squirmed free, darting into traffic.

Cars swerved, nearly hitting it. Freya panicked, ready to dive in herself, eyes squeezed shut.

Then a figure sprinted across, grabbed the kitten, dodged the cars, and landed beside her.

“Your cat?” he asked.

He was in a white basketball jersey, headband holding back sweaty hair, beads of sweat dripping down his face.

He pulled her to the sidewalk, handed her the kitten, and said softly, “A cat’s life matters, but yours doesn’t? You know how dangerous that was?”

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