She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Eager To Take My Place

Trent wanted to agree–but the words stuck in his throat.

Freya didn’t want him tangled in her divorce, yet as her friend, he couldn’t stand by while she faced unfair

treatment.

Besides, her father had entrusted him with a task: ensure Kristian knew Freya wasn’t standing alone.

For the first time, Freya misread Trent’s gaze, suspecting some unspoken alliance with Felipe. “I’m okay with

that.”

“Alright,” Trent agreed, letting the moment pass without explanation.

Felipe’s eyes sparkled with amusement. After a few exchanged words, he strode away.

The door clicked shut. Freya turned to Trent, her voice steady. “Just act like you normally would. Don’t adjust

for me.”

“Okay.” Trent left it at that. When he faced Kristian later, polite restraint wouldn’t be necessary.

Felipe returned in high spirits. Leaning against the private room doorway, he smirked at Kristian. “They refused

to share a table–didn’t want us ruining their cozy lunch.”

Kristian’s gaze darkened. His hand froze mid–reach in his pocket.

“But they agreed to meet later,” Felipe added. “You should’ve seen Trent–obedient as a devoted boyfriend. Anyone would assume they’re together.”

“Get your eyes checked.” Kristian’s retort was ice. “While you’re at it, hire a tutor for that pathetic vocabulary

of yours.”

Felipe blinked, lost. He elbowed Zander. “What does he mean by that?”

“He just hates your commentary,” Zander replied, his smile gentle, almost apologetic.

Felipe gritted his teeth. Kristian always knew where to jab. This wasn’t over.

Thirty minutes later.

Felipe sent Kristian and Zander ahead to the upstairs club, playing escort for Freya and Trent himself. The club —a dimly lit haven of drinks and murmured conversations–was the restaurant’s post–dinner indulgence.

And the restaurant? Wholly Felipe’s.

“Meet my friends: Kristian Shaw and Zander Loftus.” Felipe’s grin widened as Kristian’s stare locked or sya.

“This is Trent Seymour from Alerith… and his friend.”

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Pleasantries were exchanged, brittle and brief.

Kristian’s and Freya’s eyes met–a clash of silent fury,

“Kristian,” Felipe teased, “you’re a married man. Staring at Mr. Seymour’s ‘friend‘ like that? Improper.

“The ‘friend‘ you mention is my wife.” Kristian’s tone was razor–sharp. “I wonder if Mr. Seymour is aware.”

The air turned to glass–fragile, ready to shatter.

If Freya and Trent were more than friends, this was the moment truth would out.

“I knew my sweet friend was married.” Trent settled onto the sofa, adjusting his gold–rimmed glasses with

deliberate calm. “But to you? That’s… unexpected.”

Freya shot him a glance. His sugary tone sent a shudder down her spine. What game was he playing?

Trent’s eyes flicked toward her, as if saying, “I’ve got your back.”

She barely stifled a sigh.

Kristian caught it too–that familiarity, that audacity.

He’d never realized Trent and Freya were this close.

Felipe suddenly stood, offering his seat with exaggerated courtesy, “My mistake for not recognizing you earlier. This is your rightful place–please, sit.”

“No need.”

“No need.”

Kristian and Freya spoke in unison, their voices twin blades of frost.

“What’s going on with you two?” Felipe pressed, theatrically wide–eyed. “Did you have a fight?”

Kristian’s glare could’ve melted steel.

Felipe pretended not to notice.

“You talk with them.” Freya had no interest in sparring with Kristian further. She turned to Trent. “I’m going to

the restroom.”

“Alright,” Trent agreed, his tone dripping with gentleness.

The scene burned Kristian’s retinas. Their effortless intimacy made him feel like the intruder.

“How did you and Kristian’s wife meet, Mr. Seymour?” Felipe asked, swirling his drink.

Trent hesitated.

He wanted to say childhood friends, family ties–but Freya’s warning echoed in his mind. He couldn’t reveal

her identity.

His pause stretched a second too long.

Kristian misinterpreted it instantly. Whatever their first meeting was, it must’ve been… compromising

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The room’s temperature plummeted.

“If it’s sensitive, forget I asked.” Felipe laughed, pouring drinks as they arrived. “Let’s toast! Gatherings like this