Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 66

Liam nodded, his edge softening at the solid vibe from his friend. “Alright, then. That’s more like it.”

Ryan chuckled, the sound carrying a subtle undercurrent. “Freya’s safe with me. You can breathe easy.

Liam chalked it up to the recent shitstorm leaving him fried, so he’d roped in Ryan to keep an eye on her. Gratitude hit him square. “Ryan, once this mess clears, dinner’s on us–no dodging it. I’ll have Freya fire up her fish.”

Ryan’s brows shot up. “Wait–she cooks fish?”

“Yep. Her mom’s straight outta Vlodon–picked up the trick from her.”

“Does she… bust it out for you much?”

Liam shrugged it off. “Not really. Two, three times ever. But damn, it’s pro–level–holds its own against any five–star spot.

‘Two or three times. Noted.‘

Ryan slotted that detail away.

“Anyway, what’s got you haunting the hospital?”

Ryan swung up the fruit basket with a smirk. “Dropping in on the expectant mom. Wife status pending or not, that’s my future niece or nephew. Uncle’s gotta rep.”

Liam’s face darkened. “How’s Freya faring? Yesterday’s blowup leave her wrecked?”

“Nope–full throttle, hopping like a shrimp yanked straight from the sea, tail slapping everything in sight.”

Liam’s shoulders sagged, eyes going distant. “Cut the bright side. Fifteen years side by side–I read her like a book. Natalie’s news? Had to floor her. And my parents fanning the flames…”

Ryan’s gaze flickered, sharp. “Could be time to fold ‘em. You’re flying solo on this marriage gig now.”

“Bull. She’s still in it–she loves me. Just reeling from the hit, too raw to admit it. Storm passes, she’ll swing back my way.” Ryan gave a slow headshake. “Wouldn’t count on that.”

“She will!” Liam’s mood lifted a notch, leaning in with a hushed grin. “She’s out grabbing shirts for me right this second. Caught her telling Lily to size it to me,”

Ryan cocked a skeptical brow. “You 100% sure it’s yours?”

“Abso–fucking–lutely. Straight from her mouth.”

Ryan’s lips curved slyly. “We rock the same frame–height, build, the works. Might be my Christmas present.”

“Yeah, right,” Liam snorted, brushing it off like a lame punchline. “You two snipe at each other nonstop. No way she’d stitch you up with a shirt.”

Ryan held his tongue, but that grin stretched a hair wider.

He thought, ‘As if.

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It is all for me.

‘Still…

‘Let the poor sap simmer in his happy little mix–up. Not the moment to blow the lid off.

“Speaking of–how’s the romance front with your girl?”

Ryan’s eyes lit with a quiet glow. “Can’t complain. Picking up steam.”

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Liam thumped his shoulder, all easy bro energy. “Fuck yeah, man. After grinding through those years of blue balls, it’s finally clicking. I’ll be clinking glasses at your wedding in no time, yeah?”

“Her pace. Divorce ink’s barely dry–might wanna ease off the accelerator.”

“Ex a total asshole?”

Ryan scoffed. “Wild dog. End of story.”

Liam kept rolling, none the wiser. “Once she’s crew, she’s golden. Itch to even the score with that clown? Holler–I’ll line up some goons, sort his ass out.”

“Pass,” Ryan said, ironclad. “My turf, my rules. If someone’s swinging, it’s me–no benchwarmers.”

His phone chirped.

He yanked it free.

Liam elbowed him. “Her, right?”

Ryan shot back a smug beam, ”

can I say? She’s hooked.”

But just like that, the smile wiped clean off Ryan’s face the instant he clocked the notification on his screen.

“What gives?” Liam craned over. “She pulling the plug already?”

“Nope.”

It was Freya. Cops had her.

The alert packed photos–cold, hard evidence.

Freya, wrists cuffed, bookended by two female officers, getting bundled into the back of a patrol car.

Headline blasting like a siren:

[Tycoon’s Trophy Wife Exposed as Sham! Heir’s Heartbreak: Scheming Siren Sucks Family Dry for Millions!]

Liam’s eyes locked on the image and tagline; he went statue–still.

Ryan dove into the full story, eyes flying over the text.

The rundown? Pure smear campaign.

Freya had zeroed in on Liam from day one–sunk her hooks, scaled the social ladder, twisted Liam into a head–over–heels sap who’d all but disowned his parents for her sake.

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The elders, bawling their eyes out, pleaded with her to let Liam go free. But the ruthless gold–digger Freya? She jacked up the price tag to 30 million dollars flat.

One kid to carry on the name, so they coughed up the dough, guts twisting.

The double–crosser snatched the payout and kept the extortion train rolling–insatiable as a black hole.

They’d choked down the dirt for years, chalking it up to once–in–the–family grace–suffered in stoic silence.

Till the threats wouldn’t quit. Time to loop in the badges.

Ryan pinched the photo larger, brow knitting.

That setting? Not his Haventon crash pad.

But the villa she’d shared with Liam.

He’d peeled out that morning with her zonked out cold in his sheets. He wondered, ‘What the fuck dragged her back to the ex–haunt?

‘And landed her in irons?‘

Phone shoved in his pocket, he tore out of the room.

“Ryan–hold up, I’m with you!” Liam hollered.

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