Mathilda’s POV

I had suspected that all of Fredric’s sadness had to do with Paula — but I never imagined their relationship had actually ended.

It felt impossible. Unbelievable.

Anyone who knew them would probably react the same way I did — stunned and in disbelief.

“She betrayed me,” Fredric said suddenly, his voice low but sharp. “I never thought she could fall lower than a street prostitute.”

The words hit like a slap. I didn’t know what to say. Should I feel sorry for Fredric? Or for myself — sitting here, carrying his child, listening to the tragic story of his love life?

Yes, I know. We’re bound by an agreement. This pregnancy wasn’t something either of us planned.

But still… there’s something strange about it.

I can’t even describe it properly — just a hollow ache that sits somewhere between pity and sadness.

“I’m sorry for what happened to you, Mr. Fredric,” I said quietly. “I never thought you two would separate. I thought you’d be together forever.”

I didn’t know what else t