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    He knew exactly how Freya would respond. And he had Kristian pretty well figured out too. Those little insecurities Ethan imagined? They weren’t part of his reality.

    “Not even a hint of worry?”

    “None.”

    “Why not?”

    “Why should I feel that way?”

    “Most guys, when faced with their girlfriend’s ex, either puff up or totally lose it. How are you just… chill?” Ethan’s confusion only grew.

    He’d seen that ssic ex-versus-current drama before. Even when he’d wrongly assumed Alyssa had a thing for Bruce, he couldn’t stand being around the guy.

    So yeah, Ellis’s calm made zero sense.

    “You’ve got that wrong,” Ellis said, suddenly serious.

    Ethan thought for a second, then asked, “How so?”

    “She’s my fiancée,” Ellis replied, the emphasis on the word deliberate. “Not just my girlfriend.”

    Ethan went silent. Seriously? It was just a title. Was that really worth splitting hairs over?

    “I’m no less capable than Kristian,” Ellis said, lips parting slightly, his voice low but firm. “And I’m confident I can give Freya a future worth having. So why should I feel any of the things you’re describing?”

    “That’s not what I mean. I’m talking about Freya’s heart,” Ethan said earnestly, pressing his point. “That’s not something you get to control.”

    “You’re wrong.”

    “There’s a saying that’s been floating around online.”

    “What is it?”

    “The best way to forget someone is time—and someone better,” Ellis said slowly, as if he meant every word. “Love heals all wounds. But the key thing is…”

    Ethan leaned in. “What?”

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    “Freya’s rational. Sure, during a rtionship, emotions might cloud her judgment. But once someone crosses her line, that’s it. She won’t cling, and she won’t repeat her mistakes.”

    Ethan instinctively nced over at Freya. He didn’t say anything in the end, but he knew someone like her—decisive, clear-headed, unflinching—was rare.

    “She’s good with you,” Ethan admitted atst. He respected Freya, counted her as one of their own. “You might be terrible at reading a room, but at least you’re loyal.”

    Ellis shot him a look. “Sounds like apliment better aimed at yourself.”

    With that, he stood and walked toward Freya. They didn’t head home untilte that night.

    On the ride back, Ellis asked, “How did it feel, seeing him today?”

    “Very calm,” Freya answered honestly, already knowing who he meant. “I didn’t feel the old pain or difort anymore.”

    Last year, on his birthday, when she saw Kristian again, she’d forgiven him. But hearing him apologize back then, seeing him miserable—it had still hurt.

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