Freya's POV
If this had been a few days ago, I would have accepted his dinner invitation with excitement and anticipation.
But now, the image of Jasper Tristan collapsing in the courtroom haunts me. I cannot shake the feeling that getting involved with another man so quickly would be deeply shameful, as if I cannot survive even a moment without male attention.
After hesitating, I made up an excuse. "I cannot make it tonight. I promised to have dinner with my grandmother."
"Of course, I understand," he replied, maintaining his polite tone. "We can reschedule for another time."
"That sounds perfect."
After ending the call, I began loathing myself again.
I clearly despise Jasper Tristan and have been dreaming of this divorce for months. Now that I am finally close to achieving my freedom, why do I suddenly feel this overwhelming sadness?
Is it because of his pitiful condition that my bleeding heart is acting up again?
