She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 15

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Freya and Kristian’s gazes locked, crackling with a palpable tension that seemed to thicken the very air between

them.

Disdain was etched deeply on their features, a silent testament to the rift that had grown between them.

Without a word, Freya turned, her every step radiating a frosty determination as she ascended the stairs.

“Stop!” Kristian’s voice rang out, halting yet resonant, as he called after her retreating figure.

Without acknowledging him, Freya pressed on, her steps never faltering.

With determined strides, Kristian intercepted her at the bottom of the staircase, planting himself firmly in her path. He towered over her, his face a mask of the usual detached indifference. “Can we talk?” he asked, his

voice low and steady.

“Fine,” Freya conceded curtly, her tone laced with reluctance.

They moved towards the living room, where Kristian casually flicked the remote control aside.

Freya’s eyes followed the motion briefly but she said nothing, instead gracefully reaching for her cup to pour herself some water. The liquid cascaded with a gentle tinkle, breaking the silence. After a slow, measured sip, she settled onto the sofa, cup cradled in her hands. “Fine, get to the point. What do you want to talk about?”

Kristian’s gaze was unyielding, piercing as he queried, “What’s your relationship with Trent Seymour?”

Her response came quick and frank. “Friends.”

“And when did this friendship begin?” Kristian pressed on, his tone probing.

Unperturbed, Freya responded, “We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

A chill seemed to pass through Kristian’s eyes then, turning them frostier as he countered skeptically, “Trent’s family background has always had him in elite circles since he was young. How could you have possibly known

him back then?”

Freya remained silent, the weight of her secret identity forming an invisible barrier between her and Kristian.

He studied her closely, his voice laced with a stern warning. “Don’t even think about getting too close to him,” he warned. “He’s not as innocent as he looks.”

“I’m merely friends with him,” Freya asserted firmly, her voice steady and clear. “I have no intention pursuing anything beyond that. Don’t project your assumptions onto me. Showing basic respect is fundamentai in human interactions.”

Kristian’s expression grew more intense, his eyes narrowing slightly.

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With the conversation taking a turn, Freya seized the opportunity to turn the tables. “Speaking of which, when exactly did you meet Ashley Bradley?” she questioned, her tone equally inquisitive.

Kristian fell into a troubled silence, his jaw tightening.

Echoing his earlier words with a hint of irony, Freya went on, “She’s not as innocent as she looks. Don’t even think about getting too close to her”

“Freya!” Kristian’s voice rose in anger, a flash of frustration crossing his features.

Unperturbed, Freya leaned back against the plush cushions of the sofa, her posture relaxed yet alert

“Ashley and Trent are worlds apart,” Kristian snapped bitterly, his frustration evident. “It’s unfair and wrong to compare her to him.”

He couldn’t wrap his head around why Freya was so quick to defend Trent. He leaned forward, his tone severe and filled with a final warning. “I’ll say this one last time–if you want a peaceful life after the divorce, keep your distance from him.”

Freya snatched her phone from the table and walked away.

The very thought that she could engage in a meaningful conversation with Kristian now seemed ludicrous to her. What a love–struck fool! He was always babbling about Ashley–Ashley this, Ashley that. If he was so damn obsessed with that woman, why the hell did he rush into marrying her? What a piece of shit.

Meanwhile, Kristian watched the door shut behind Freya, a storm of frustration brewing in his chest. He stood there, rooted, as a myriad of emotions tangled within him.

(Freya felt suffocating in this space, especially in his presence.

Her gaze lingered on the lush greenery visible through the window, a temporary balm to her frayed nerves. With a deep, steadying breath, she picked up her phone again and dialed with practiced ease. “Hello, is this Spotless Housekeeping? I need a cleaning service for my house–just a thorough dusting. I’ll be moving in tomorrow. Thank you; I’ll send over the address and access code in a moment.”

After ending the call, she quickly texted the address and code for her luxury duplex apartment in Jeucwell—a haven she had purchased years ago but had scarcely used.

The picturesque views and mild climate of Jeucwell made it an ideal retreat. She’d purchased it with the idea of having a place to unwind whenever she needed a break.

The place had been renovated, but she’d never spent a single night there.

After filing for divorce the next day, she intended to settle there, avoiding the constant frustration of running

into Kristian.

Unbeknownst to Kristian, Freya was orchestrating her escape. Meanwhile, he found himself unwittingly drawn into the mysteries of her life.

After some thought, it hit him–he didn’t know a damn thing about her besides her name.

After spending the entire afternoon digging through files and making discreet inquiries, Gerard found himself with little more than what was already listed on Freya’s passport.

The lack of substantial findings had him on edge as he picked up the phone to report back. “Sir…” he began,

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his voice tinged with unease.

Kristian’s response was immediate and direct. “Did you uncover anything?”

“Well, I did come across something.” Gerard admitted, his finger fumbling with the sparse notes before him as he swallowed hard. “But, to be honest, the information’s barely there.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line as Kristian processed this. “Go on, then ”

Clearing his throat, Gerard read with a hesitant voice, “Freya Briggs, female.” His heart raced as he awaited.

Kristian’s reaction.

The silence that followed was thick, punctuated only by Kristian’s deepening frown. “Is that all?” he finally

demanded.

“And, um,” Gerard stammered, his nervousness palpable as he pushed his glasses up his nose for what felt like the hundredth time. “That’s pretty much the extent of it.”

From his study, Kristian stood abruptly, his gaze fixed on the glowing screen displaying another file entirely-

Trent’s.

His voice was sharp with frustration. “That’s all you’ve got?”

“I’ve spent the entire afternoon on this, and yet, I’ve come up with less than what her passport offers,” Gerard explained, his tone laced with apology.

He hesitated before adding, “If I may, why are we looking into your wife so intensely?”

Kristian’s voice was tinged with impatience as he insisted, “Investigate more thoroughly.”

Gerard responded with a hint of defensiveness, “I already did. This is the result of a thorough investigation.”

“Are you entirely certain you were thorough?” Kristian pressed, his frustration palpable.

He couldn’t believe that after all the digging, all he got was a pathetic response.

Gerard let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

A tense silence fell between them, broken only by Gerard’s sudden speculation. “Sir, is it possible that your wife