Arabella's POV"Arabella, go home now. I need to talk to this man," my mother instructed firmly, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I needed answers too."Fredrik, what are you saying to my daughter?" my mother demanded furiously, her voice sharp.Fredrik didn’t respond. He just stood there, looking at me with wide, tearful eyes as though he might break down at any moment."Can someone just tell me what’s going on?" I yelled, my frustration boiling over and drawing the attention of bystanders."I said go home! I mean it," my mother repeated, her tone more insistent."I'm not leaving until you tell me who this man is," I countered, staring her down.Fredrik hesitated before speaking, his voice soft. "Can we go somewhere more private to have this conversation?""No one is going anywhere, except you. I suggest you leave," my mother snapped."Please, Angela," Fredrik pleaded. "We need to talk."A tense silence fell over us, the only sound being the unspoken words hanging in the air. Fredrik kep
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