Marriage reconciliation? Never and Get out!

In that instant of receiving Freya's call, had I been in my local city, I would've rushed to either call the police or gather funds to rescue her.

However, now stranded in a hotel on a business trip, I was unable to leave.

My only option was to urge Roy to go check on Freya.

To my surprise, he outright refused to believe me.

Roy's tone dripped with sarcasm over the phone. "I already told you, if you keep overreacting like this, I'll just switch off my phone."

Before hanging up, I desperately tried to stop him, saying, "Why can't you trust me? Just go check, even if it's only to confirm your mother's safety!"

Coldly, Roy retorted, "This morning, I had just finished eating my mom's cooking. Jennifer, seriously, even if you're pulling my leg, at least scribble down a rough draft of your plan!"

The call ended abruptly, leaving my unspoken words trapped in my throat.

Helpless and disheartened by Roy's disbelief, I couldn't help but shake my head, deciding that maybe it was all just a misunderstanding if he deemed it so.

Moreover, if Freya was truly in trouble, her first instinct would be to call her son, not me, someone with no blood relation and with whom she rarely interacted.

With a heavy heart, I composed myself and resumed focusing on work.

After a long afternoon of meetings, I finally glanced at my phone.

Immediately, I noticed multiple Instagram notifications from Emma Cruise.

Her posts almost took over my feed, each showcasing meticulously edited glamour shots, revealing Emma's curvaceous figure in revealing outfits.

The latest post, however, struck a nerve.

It featured a silhouette of a man's back, along with a picture of two hands making a heart shape. The caption read: [Thanks to someone for treating me to a photoshoot worth five thousand dollars a set. Love you forever!]

The hand in the picture sported a ring identical to mine, and the silhouette was undeniably that of my husband, Roy.

The comments section was filled with praises and speculations.

[Emma not only has a great figure but also great luck!]

[Yeah, what's a divorce? Even if Emma got divorced, she'd still have a bunch of high-quality men chasing after her. Even Roy is no exception!]

[But speaking of Roy, wasn't his family background just average? Didn't he break up with Emma back in college because he didn't have money? How come he's suddenly so extravagant now?]

Amid the sea of comments, Emma's single reply stood out: [Because of love.]

As I clutched my phone tightly, a wave of realization hit me as I recalled Roy's modest means.

Indeed, Roy's family was indeed not very well-off. They weren't even comfortably middle class.

Throughout our marriage, I valued his earnestness and dedication, never once focusing on his financial status. I had brought everything into the marriage, including a car, a house, and a wedding gift of over 300 thousand dollars.

Roy willingly handed over his paycheck for safekeeping, informing me of any expenditures exceeding three thousand.

However, upon checking the prices of Emma's recent photoshoots, each valued at over five thousand, I felt the color drain from my face.

Hastily opening the banking app, I froze upon seeing our account balance remaining exactly as it was, untouched.

I couldn't help but wonder, "Where did Roy acquire the funds for such extravagance?"

Before I could make sense of it all, an unfamiliar number called once again.

It was the same one as before.

Without hesitation, I answered.

On the other end, Freya's voice trembled with fear, barely recognizable.

"Jennifer, please save me... They're going to chop my hand, blood... so much blood!"

Amidst Freya's cries on the phone, there were also the rough voices of several men.

They were cursing Freya in a dialect I couldn't understand. Freya's voice was hoarse from crying. It was evident that she was in extreme fear.

I panicked. This didn't seem like an act at all.

"Mom, tell them to wait, I'll call Roy and ask him to go save you!"