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"I'd hate to intrude on your privacy, Kristen. thank you so much but I'd say..." Kristen stopped her by holding her hand, while shaking her head subtly. "Please I promise you're not a burden. you remind me of my little sister who died in the woods three years ago. She was like you, adventurous and wanting to see the outside world but unfortunately her curiosity killed her. She was attacked by rogues and died before My husband could get to her." Savannah felt her heart break at the pure sorrow in the woman's voice but at the same time she wanted to say that Kristen's sister was nothing like her and would take back those words if she knew Savannah's past. Savannah was a worthless maid who was

It also makes my chest feel lighter because somehow, I forget a little about the big problem I'm facing right now. Fortunately, some people came to Leon to talk to him. I just stayed in my place while listening to their topic. It's about the disappearance of Maximo. There are others who greet me but they don't talk to me. That's better than them asking me anything. It's better to stay low-key tonight. "Lauren!" said Kristine who had just arrived. Along with her is aunt Divina who was dressed up. "Hello Kristine," I greeted. I knelt down and hugged her lightly. She's wearing a little black dress with crystals on the part of her chest. Her hair was in a ponytail and something else was hanging

Kyle wondered. Kristen and the others were wondering that at home as well. "Summer, getting the footage from the school is one thing, but where did you get the other stuff?" Henry asked, pointing to the case files and mediation records Summer had shown during the press conference. "Yeah, I don't even have those myself," Kristen said emotionally. She had never imagined that this matter could ever be cleared up. In fact, one of the reasons she'd refrained from making a comeback for so many years was because of that.

I’d noticed it then, how the color made her eyes look colder than usual. I bent to pick up the fabric, my fingers trembling. Behind me, Arden’s voice was low. “Do you recognize it?” “Yes.” My throat was dry. “But Kristen can’t know yet. Not until I’m sure.” He nodded once, approval flickering in his gaze. “Good. Keep it quiet.” We spent the next few minutes helping the warriors gather the scattered files. Kristen arrived shortly after, disheveled and irritated, still in his work clothes. His eyes swept over the mess, then to me. “What happened?”

It wouldn’t be good for her to go charging right now. “I am Kristen Bridger,” Kristen stated clearly. “Though I know I look young. I am over the age of eighteen and have been since Gregor and I were involved. So I do not understand why this is anyone’s business but ours.” “I see.” The older man said as Kristen took a seat and waited for Greg to give the man the paperwork to prove what she said. “I was told by way of the rumors that you were younger than that and pregnant as well.”

He paused for a brief moment giving them a chance to ask a question. "Lord Kristen, Is it true you were involved in a fatal accident, one month ago?" A media personnel directed the question to Kristen while the cameras were rolling.. " I was never involved in an accident.. I left to take care of my businesses abroad one month ago.." He simply said and I nodded with a smile to support his motion.. " That's right.. my husband had been away for business.." I added and they began murmuring.. " Were you ever at the hospital because you'd Amnesia? Also what do you have to say about the video circulating around the internet that you can't remember your wife.." Someone asked once again they all held

He paused for a brief moment giving them a chance to ask a question. "Lord Kristen, Is it true you were involved in a fatal accident, one month ago?" A media personnel directed the question to Kristen while the cameras were rolling.. " I was never involved in an accident.. I left to take care of my businesses abroad one month ago.." He simply said and I nodded with a smile to support his motion.. " That's right.. my husband had been away for business.." I added and they began murmuring.. " Were you ever at the hospital because you'd Amnesia? Also what do you have to say about the video circulating around the internet that you can't remember your wife.." Someone asked once again they all held

“What do you mean you did something terrible?” Crystal swallowed hard. The confession clawed its way up to her throat. “I have… been in contact with Rissa.” She choked. Kristen froze. She almost laughed, hoping her ears were playing tricks on her. “Wait… hold on.” She paused. “Please tell me it’s not the same Rissa. Not Briella’s evil sister.” Crystal’s shaky nod said it all it. Kristen’s chest caved in. “What did she ask you?” Kristen’s voice was careful, almost pleading, searching for a good answer... something that would prove Crystal wasn’t going to turn out to be a traitor, but Kristen’s gut already knew, Crystal’s face said it all.

"Yeah, I did… but..." "But what?" Maria asked, noticing the pause in her voice. Kristen sighed and leaned against the chair. "I just remembered. Most of my important stuff is still at the old place. My documents, my black shoes… even my notebook for work. I really need them before Monday." Maria frowned a little. "You didn’t bring them with you?" Kristen shook her head. "Everything happened so fast, and they were supposed to send them to me by now... oh my days, I need to go back there now."

“Kristen?” “Can we talk? Somewhere private?” “Yeah. Come on.” He led her to the storage room behind the café. It was quiet, smelled like coffee and cardboard. She didn’t sit. She couldn’t. Her body was too full of nervous energy. “Alright,” he said gently. “What’s going on?” Kristen looked at him, then just let it all out. She told him everything. From the beginning. Her forced marriage. The threats from Carolina. The warning from Bernice. The secret she didn’t even fully understand. Her voice was calm, but her hands wouldn’t stop moving.