Freya's POV
My ankles were bound tight, but I summoned every ounce of strength to drive my foot into his chest.
The unexpected blow caught Jasper Tristan off balance. He stumbled backward, gripping his ribs.
I seized the moment to pull my legs back, curling into a defensive ball and scrambling toward the far edge of the bed.
Jasper Tristan pressed his palm against his chest, fixing me with a cold stare before dropping to his knees and lunging forward.
"Freya Colby, fighting me like this makes me wonder if you ever actually loved me all these years! Was I just your safety net? So when Mack Ben showed up offering something better, you jumped ship without a second thought!"
His voice cracked with rage as he clawed at my clothing with rough hands.
A bitter laugh escaped me. He wasn't completely dense after all.
It had taken Mack Ben pointing it out for me to see the truth, yet Jasper Tristan had figured it out on his own.
