My Blood Froze When I Opened My Husband’s Drawer the Day after Moving in with Him

Freya was thrilled to start her life as a newlywed at George’s family estate. However, when Valerie, the maid, hinted at George’s secret life, everything changed. The estate seemed like a fairy tale, with its high ceilings, arches, fountains, and flowers. George wanted Freya to settle in before their honeymoon in the South of France. But Valerie’s cold demeanor and unsettling warnings made Freya uneasy. One morning, after struggling to find her misplaced phone, she discovered a disturbing message: “Check your husband’s drawer.

The top left one, specifically. Then RUN!” Inside the drawer, Freya found letters and a key, revealing George’s secret love and unborn child with another woman, Elena. Confronted with this betrayal, Freya exposed George’s deception to his family, leading to his disinheritance. Freya divorced George and used the assets she received to start a foundation for children with disabilities, ensuring a brighter future for Elena’s baby.

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