The Bride Who Said No: Escaping the Shadows of Yesterday novel Chapter 246

Audrey's vision of an ideal lady was straight out of a classic Hollywood film, and in her eyes, Ms. Miller fit the bill perfectly.

That certainly would make things easier. At least it would keep Kieran from ogling Freya all day long.

But Kieran didn't miss the gleam of mischief in Freya's eyes. Seeing that just stoked a fire of fury within him. Was she that eager for him to look elsewhere?

"I had high hopes for you two. I did. But after a few months, it turns out that you're not a good match. Kieran needs a wife who can manage the household," Audrey said, her words laced with disappointment. "But if Ms. Dawson has her path to follow, who am I to force this union?"

Her words were a thinly veiled critique of Freya's role as a fiancée.

Freya just nodded in agreement.

Audrey wanted a trophy wife, someone beautiful to show off in public yet practical at home.

Recalling her attempts to please Audrey and Kieran by cooking and cleaning, prioritizing Kieran above all else, made Freya want to slap herself. She sneered inwardly, ‘Was I that desperate for approval? I’ve neglected my ambitions for a man.’

It was as if all her education had gone to waste.

Freya was determined not to play the dutiful fiancée in her second chance at life.

Mistaking Freya's compliance for subservience, Audrey looked down on her even more. She couldn't fathom Freya's inner feelings, assuming she regretted losing Kieran, like missing out on a fortune.

But to Freya, she would go for the fortune without hesitation if Kieran and a fortune were before her. Kieran was a prized possession to Audrey but was nothing special to Freya.

"Mr. Sutton, you already know my stance on our engagement. Is there any point in asking?"

She had made her intentions clear more than once. But Kieran always seemed to think she was joking.

His expression darkened further as he coldly asked, "Is it Ronan or Preston?"

Confused, Freya asked, "What?"

Kieran moved closer, his eyes getting frostier with each step. He grabbed her arm, his voice as cold as ice, "You cozying up to Ronan or Preston? Or you got them both wrapped around your finger?"