Fiction Made Me His Wife (Freya and Louis) novel Chapter 280

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Chapter 280

Freya still hadn’t placed who these people were, but their messages painted a clear enough picture–these were definitely the original body owner’s fair–weather friends from her old social circle.

Oh please.

The way they talked about worrying” over me and “not being able to reach me was laughable. Back when Louis‘ business hit rock bottom, their so–called concern had been laced with barely veiled schadenfreude. If not for their backhanded comments, the original owner might not have spiraled so badly.

And now they claimed to have brought gifts and gathered intel for me? Please. The original owner had begged them for help, only to be told to “accept her fate” and stop “making a scene.” They’d all taken turns smugly comparing their own comfortable lives to her ruined “Cinderella story,” not–so–subtly mocking Louis in the process.

This sudden act of concern wouldn’t fool anyone–not even the original owner, naive as I’d been.

Back then, the original body owner tolerated these hangers–on because no one else in high society would give her the time of day. But I had zero interest in playing trophy wife. I’m with Louis because I love him, not for some social ladder. If Louis needed networking. I’d treat it like a job. Otherwise? I’d rather spend that time writing. These pointless ego–stroking sessions weren’t worth a minute of my life.

hat puzzled me is why they’d suddenly reappeared–and how they’d gotten my number.

But what

Then it clicked.

Josie from earlier today.

Right. Some of them probably work in telecom. Getting my digits would take effort, but not impossible.

As for their motives? The chat said it all With Louis back on top and I clearly in his good graces, they wanted to reconnect their golden ticket.

But why should I let them trouble Louis?

Freya had no intention of humoring them. Still, for old is sake, she kept

“Sorry, Aiden’s demanding snacks. Maybe later.”

ivil.

As for their inevitable gossip? Whatever. She’d be the villain in their stories either way.

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Chapter 280

“Freya, why do you look like you just smelled something rotten?” Aiden eyed her unusually sarcastic expression.

“Nothing important. Just some… uninteresting people.” She set her phone aside. “Want a midnight snack?”

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