She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 A Good Ex Is

One You Never Hear Fro…

“Kristian, I need you to come with me. Now,” Lionel insisted, pushing himself up with the support of his cane.

Kristian shared a quick, uncertain look with Freya before he trailed behind his grandfather, stepping into the dimly lit study next door for a private conversation.

Meanwhile, Melinda struck up a light–hearted chat with Freya. She mentioned that if Freya ever chose to give her marriage with Kristian another shot, the Shaw family would welcome her back with open arms.

In this home, a gentle warmth surrounded Freya, stirring memories of the comforting days before her mother’s

passing.

When Kristian reemerged thirty minutes later, his facade was calm, almost unreadable, but Lionel’s expression

was stormy, a clear sign of discontent for anyone paying attention.

Suddenly, Lionel’s temper flared. “Enough of this, you’re just irritating me now,” he snapped harshly. “Look

after Freya well this next month. If she’s upset in any way, I swear, I’ll transfer all your inheritance to her!”

Kristian responded calmly, “Understood.”

As they were about to leave, Melinda’s voice halted them. “Wait.”

Kristian and Freya paused and turned around, the moonlight casting a soft glow around them, creating a

momentary illusion of closeness.

“Have you sorted out how the assets will be divided after the divorce?” Melinda inquired, her concern palpable, worrying Freya might end up with less than she deserved.

“Don’t worry, Freya will be treated with fairness,” Kristian assured smoothly, deliberately vague to avoid any

implications of greed. “She’ll receive a house, a car, and a suitable financial settlement.”

“And on top of that, make sure you hand over some of your stocks and bonds to her,” Melinda remarked, her

tone serious and unwavering.

Kristian was left dumbfounded. Was he truly their flesh and blood?

Lionel nodded firmly, his gaze sharp. “Your mom’s absolutely right.”

Isaac chimed in, his expression unreadable, “Kristian, do as your mother says and don’t give her more to worry

about.”

“Got it,” Kristian replied, barely masking his irritation as he and Freya slid into the car.

With their divorce no longer a secret, they made no effort to feign affection.

As the car pulled away, Melinda’s and Lionel’s faces were etched with concern until the vehicle’s taillights

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Let them deal with their own problems, there’s no need for you to stress over it,” Isaac murmured soothingly, gently squeezing his wife’s hand

Melinda exhaled a weary sigh and Isaac gave her shoulder a reassuring pat

“Shouldn’t you darify what you meant earlier, about Freya being a stand–in for someone else?” Melinda queried, her gaze fixed on his still ruggedly handsome features. “What secrets are you keeping about our son?”

isaar remained silent, contemplating

“Are you going to confide in me or not?” Melinda pressed, her voice tinged with urgency.

“I made a promise to our son to keep it to myself,” Isaac responded, his voice laced with regret.

“My friend asked me to join a trip, and I heard there are some pretty good–looking guys tagging along…” Melinda teased, her voice light and teasing, a playful twinkle in her eyes.

“How about we take this back to the room?” Isaac replied, his voice soft yet firm. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes radiating warmth and affection. “We can talk properly there.”

The sleek car glided towards the opulent Regalia Villas.

Isaac and Melinda sat snugly in the back seat, enveloped in the car’s luxurious interior.

Kristian stole a glance at Freya for the twenty–third time, each fleeting look laden with unspoken questions.

Just say it if you have something to say.” Freya broke the silence, her patience thinning under the weight of his persistent stares.

“Come on, just tell me–did you study medicine or not?” Kristian’s voice was tinged with genuine curiosity and

a hint of confusion.

It dawned on him that there were still facets of her life he had yet to uncover.

“No,” Freya responded curtly, leaning back in her seat with a sigh, her gaze drifting to the passing scenery. “I just read some books out of interest.”

Kristian’s eyes narrowed slightly, a shadow of doubt crossing his features. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something from him.

“Once we’re back, we’ll go over the divorce papers again–just like my mom suggested,” Kristian declared, his tone grateful yet firm. He appreciated that Freya had accompanied his family despite the circumstances. “Let’s make the split fair. What’s mine was yours too, remember?”

“No need for that,” Freya countered calmly, dismissing the offer with a wave of her hand. “I’m good with how things were set up before.”

Kristian studied her intently, his eyes narrowing slightly. Wasn’t she kind of contradicting herself? One moment, she seemed to cling to money as if it were her lifeline, and the next, she dismissed it as if it were

mere dust.

“I’ll lay out my assets post–marriage,” Freya offered, her voice laced with reluctance after a lengthy pause.

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Chapter 10 A Good Ex Is One You Never Hear From Again

“We’ll split everything half and half.”

Internally, the mere thought of Kristian using her hard–earned wealth to support someone like Ashley made

her blood boil.

Yet, given the significant concessions he was making, she felt compelled to reciprocate in some mariner

“There’s no need,” Kristian replied sharply, his voice cutting through the tension. I can make that amount of

money in a minute.”

His dismissiveness left Freya momentarily dumbstruck. He was utterly oblivious to her massive fortune

Later that evening, back at her quiet, dimly lit home office, Freya pulled out the divorce papers they had

previously drafted. She meticulously revised the asset division, reflecting their latest discussion

Kristian had made it clear he didn’t want her money, and she wasn’t about to shove it down his throat.

By eleven, the revised divorce agreement was resting on the table. Freya pushed the papers toward Kristian, her motions calm and precise.

“It’s your turn to sign,” she stated firmly, her eyes locked on his. “We’ll file for divorce the day after tomorrow.”

As Kristian picked up the pen, his fingers brushed against the document, pausing over Freya’s elegant, looping

signature. He found himself wondering about her emotions in the moments she signed their marriage away.

He was the one who insisted they marry, and now he was the one insisting to end it all.

He finally spoke, his voice tinged with a rare hint of remorse as he looked up at her. “Freya.”

Freya, perched anxiously on the edge of the sofa, fiddled with her phone as she awaited a message from Trent

“What is it?”

Kristian, trying to soften the awkward atmosphere, ventured cautiously, “If you ever find yourself needing help

after the divorce, remember, you can always turn to me. My grandpa and parents, they all hold you in high regard. Even if our paths as spouses diverge, I still hope we can remain friends.”

Freya looked up from her phone, her expression unreadable, her voice low and soft “I once came across a viewpoint online that I really agreed with,” she remarked.

Intrigued, Kristian leaned in. “What is it?”

Freya’s lips curved into a faint, ironic smile. “A good ex is one you never hear from again.”

Kristian’s response dwindled into silence.

Freya emphasized further, “Particularly an ex–husband.”

Stung, Kristian’s composure snapped. He grabbed the divorce papers and signed his name with a swift, forceful

stroke.

What on earth was he thinking, trying to be kind to her? She had a way of pricking at his nerves like tiny

thorns.

“Don’t forget that viewpoint,” Kristian retorted, his voice heavy with unspoken emotions. “Be a go won’t you?”

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