Rise to Greatness After Divorce

Chapter02: The First Encounter

"Freya, I'm taking you to a newly opened bar that I've been frequenting lately," Rachel said, steering the car with one hand while playing with her hair with the other. She glanced over at Freya, who was sitting in the passenger seat, leaning back with her eyes closed, taking a moment to rest.

"Arrived!" Rachel turned the wheel sharply, applied the brakes, and then whispered to Freya, "The drinks here are average, but the quality of men who come to drink here is pretty good."

Freya looked at Rachel with a composed face. To be honest, she was a bit tired today. But she immediately straightened up, carefully observing the diagonal front. She saw a familiar car. Yes, it was her husband Heath's car.

Rachel noticed the change in Freya's expression and followed her gaze, asking, "What are you looking at?"

"Heath's car," Freya gestured towards the silver-gray vehicle with her mouth.

"Ah" Rachel got the answer and seemed satisfied.

"Your husband really knows how to pick places," Rachel said as she unbuckled her seat belt, not forgetting to tease Freya. "Is he also here to celebrate his return to being single?"

"First of all, he is my ex-husband," Freya corrected. "Although we haven't gone through the divorce proceedings yet, he's already out of the game in my book."

"Secondly, he's probably not here to celebrate being single, but..." Freya rubbed her temples, stopping herself mid-sentence.

Rachel and Freya had been friends for over a decade, so she naturally understood Freya's current mood and didn't press for more details.

"Come on, forget about him. Today, I'll find a hundred handsome men to celebrate with you until you're satisfied," Rachel said as she took Freya's arm and walked towards the establishment.

Sure enough, Rachel was a VIP here, and the manager greeted her warmly as soon as he saw her.

"Dear, the private room you booked is all ready for you."

The manager, who was over six feet tall, was dressed in a tailored black suit with a subtle pattern. He had broad shoulders, a slim waist, and an excellent figure. His eyes were deep-set, his nose was straight, and a diamond stud flickered in his earlobe under the dim lighting.

"Zoe, this is my best friend Freya. Take her upstairs and entertain her well for me," Rachel said, then turned to Freya, "I'll make a couple of calls and be right back."

Freya was dressed in a bright red, sequined, low-cut, tight mini skirt that perfectly contoured her curves. She carried a small silver sequined bag in her left hand and matched it with a pair of silver high heels.

Freya looked up and observed the man named Zoe in front of her, feeling somewhat familiar, but couldn't quite place where she had seen him before. After a moment of contemplation, it hit her—Zoe bore a striking resemblance to the rugby team captain she had a crush on in junior high.

"Rachel, you really know me too well," Freya thought to herself, a helpless smile on her face as she tried to hide her expression by gently touching her forehead.

Zoe, who was in front of her, was unaware of what had just transpired. Rachel was the third daughter of the Lee family and a regular at the bar.

Today, Rachel had specifically asked him to wait there, and now she had arranged for him to be alone with this woman. He wasn't sure what Rachel was up to.

But since she was Rachel's friend, her status couldn't be too shabby, and... that beautiful woman in front of him, with her red lips and bright teeth, was excessively beautiful.

"Freya? Please follow me this way," Zoe said, realizing his unprofessionalism and quickly regaining her composure. He gave a standard and charming smile, gesturing for Freya to follow him to the private room upstairs.

"Hey, isn't this Mrs. Wood?" An inappropriate female voice rang out, and she quickly corrected herself, "Oh no, I should call you Miss Morris now."

She was very familiar with Freya's voice, but Freya's appearance today was very different. Taking advantage of Zoe's momentary lapse, she saw Freya's face and dared to confirm.

The woman approached, it turned out to be Heath's administrative assistant—Ava, who also happened to be Ivy's high school friend.

Heath's car was parked at the door, so it was normal to meet Ava there.

Freya heard the sarcasm in Ava's tone, but she didn't want to pay attention to her and prepared to bypass her to go to the private room upstairs.

But Ava was not ready to let her go so easily, "Heath and Ivy are also inside, Miss Morris, aren't you going to take a look?"

"You just said it, I'm no longer Mrs. Wood, what does the couple inside have to do with me? I have other arrangements today, so I won't go in."

Freya said she wanted to leave, but Ava wanted to delay her for a while. She had just taken a picture and sent it to Ivy.

Ava looked up and down at Freya, "Miss Morris, you dress like this to come here... Are you so thirsty just after the divorce?"

She looked at the handsome Zoe standing by and continued, "Miss Morris, don't blame me for not reminding you, the consumption here is not cheap, although Mr. Wood leaves you a lot of money, but you have to spend it carefully. It won't be convenient for Heath and Ivy to help you after they get married."

"Thank you, I will take good care of myself." Freya tried her best to control her emotions, she stepped forward and took Zoe's arm, indicating that he should leave.

Zoe had been in contact with many people at his work, and he had already understood the situation in front of him in a few words. He took the initiative to step forward, using his body to separate the two women, thereby blocking Ava's harassment.

"Ava, have you met an acquaintance?" It was Ivy who spoke. She received the message Ava sent her and made an excuse to pull Heath out.

"Hey, Heath, look... Is this... Freya... right?"

Blocked by Zoe's tall body, Ivy didn't actually see Freya's face, but she knew that was Freya Morris, Heath Wood's wife.

Heath was reminded by Ivy, and then he realized that there was a woman behind the one-meter-nine man.

"Freya? Why would she show up here?" Heath thought. But he still subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to confirm the identity of the woman.

Legally speaking, Freya is still his wife.

Freya had to stop her right foot, which had already stepped on the stairs, she rolled her eyes, and then took a deep breath impatiently.

Others have called her name, and she can't escape anymore.

"You?" Heath felt that the wife in front of her was a bit strange, the person was indeed that person, but this dress was...

Heath couldn't describe his mood at that time; puzzled, confused, and incredible.

"I have an appointment with a friend." After answering Heath's question, Freya looked at the woman next to the man.

This woman is very beautiful, with a hot figure, and it is said that she was the captain of the cheerleading team when she was studying.

"Hello, Ivy, nice to meet you." Freya spoke, generous and generous.

Ivy naturally wouldn't be out of the game, she smiled and took a few steps forward, naturally holding Heath's arm.

"Hello, Freya. Heath often talks about you to me. I have not been by his side these years. It's really thanks to you for accompanying him, and taking care of Heath so well."

"What can she do, a little girl from a broken farm? Ivy, you are too kind, thinking that others are all good people." Ava, on the side was full of disdain, and she had never liked this woman named Freya Morris.

At this time, a trace of imperceptible displeasure flashed across Heath's face, but his goddess was standing by his side, and he didn't act.

"Ava, don't say that about Freya. Although Freya is just a farm girl, she is pure, kind, hardworking, and brave." After saying that, Ivy looked affectionately at Heath in the side and asked coquettishly, "Heath, you say so?"

"Hmm..." Heath's arm was held by Ivy, looking a bit unnatural.

Hearing this answer, Freya was inexplicably angry, and she also took a step forward, standing in front of Zoe, gently leaning her upper body on the man's broad chest, looking at the three clowns in front of her, and she raised her voice and said: "Miss Hager, please pay attention, I am by Heath Wood's side as his legal wife. So, please put away your thanks. Also, if I remember correctly, Heath Wood and I have not yet gone through the divorce procedures, so I am still his wife-in-law."

After that, Freya didn't care about the embarrassed expression on Ivy Hager's face, and she learned her way, holding Zoe's arm and preparing to leave.