She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 She’s Moving

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“Drive,” Kristian ordered, his tone steady but carrying an authority that left no room for argument.

Gerard turned the ignition and guided the car out of the villa’s driveway, his grip tightening slightly on the wheel.

Something in his gut warned him that if this divorce went through, Kristian would live to regret it.

More than that, he couldn’t shake the suspicion that Freya wasn’t just some ordinary woman. If she were, digging up details about her education or workplace would’ve been effortless.

Yet last night, his searches had come up empty.

That was unbelievable.

“Mrs. Shaw,” Gerard ventured, eyes fixed on the road, “are you sure you won’t reconsider? My boss is quite the

catch–handsome, wealthy. Walking away might be a decision you’ll regret.”

Even with Kristian’s temper looming over him, Gerard had never shied away from speaking his mind–first

about the marriage, now about the divorce.

Freya’s gaze flicked to the back of his head. “No amount of charm or money changes the fact that he’s a jerk.”

A beat of silence settled in the car. Even Kristian had no retort.

Gerard tried again, shifting tactics, “Sir, what about you? Any second thoughts?”

Kristian’s glare could’ve sliced steel.

Undeterred, Gerard pressed on, “Miss Bradley is your past, but your wife is your present. Trading the present for the past isn’t just reckless–it’s stupid.”

“Just focus on the road.” Kristian’s tone left no room for debate.

Gerard exhaled but couldn’t resist one last jab. “Fine. Then don’t expect me to help you win her back later.”

The temperature in the car plummeted.

Kristian mused darkly, thinking that perhaps giving Gerard too light a workload had made him forget his place.”

The courthouse loomed ahead as they pulled in at 8:50.

Gerard had handled the arrangements, ushering the couple inside to file the paperwork.

Watching them fill out the forms, he adjusted his gold–rimmed glasses and fired off a message to Kristian’s brother. “Sir, your brother and his wife are divorcing.”

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The reply was instant. “What? You’re joking. He adores her.”

Gerard typed back. “Ashley Bradley is back.”

“He’s ditching his wife for his ex?”

Gerard hesitated. “Yes.”

“Bold move.”

Gerard had no response to that.

Kristian’s brother continued, “Let them divorce. He’s had it easy ever since his first heartbreak. Maybe his wife humbling him a little will do him some good.”

Gerard stared at his screen for a second before locking his phone. Why had he even bothered telling him?” Clearly, persuading Kristian was the last thing his brother planned to do.

Just as Gerard was about to check on the couple, his phone rang. He stepped aside, answering in a lower voice.

Kristian’s brother’s tone was relaxed, almost lazy. “I forgot to ask–how’s the asset division?”

Gerard thought for a second before replying, “Aside from investment shares, she gets half of his salary and

bonuses, his most expensive sports car, and a villa on the outskirts.”

“That’s fair,” the voice responded, followed by a click as the call ended.

Gerard blinked. Were these two really brothers?

Meanwhile, Freya and Kristian completed the paperwork and were informed about the mandatory thirty–day

waiting period. If they still wanted to proceed after a month, they could return for the final divorce. But if

either of them had a change of heart, they could call it off.

With that, they left the courthouse.

Everything had gone smoothly.

Gerard drove them back, debating whether to say something. In the end, he held his tongue. A month was a

long time. Plenty of room for second thoughts.

But the moment they arrived at the villa, Gerard realized just how serious Freya was about this.

A moving truck stood in the driveway. Even Kristian paused at the sight.

Gerard, noting his boss’s rare moment of hesitation, turned to Freya. “Did you call the moving company?”

“Yes.” Freya gave a curt nod before stepping out of the car.

She wasted no time hurrying over to the movers, negotiating with them to wait while she gathered her-

belongings.

Despite living there for over a year, her belongings were sparse–just two suitcases and a handful of boxes.

Inside the car, the air thickened. Gerard cleared his throat. “Sir, you’re really not going to stop her?”

Kristian’s jaw tightened. “Why would I?”

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“Because once she walks out that door,” Gerard said carefully, “she’s not coming back.” Years of loyalty compelled him to speak plainly, even if it risked Kristian’s wrath.

“Know your place,” Kristian snapped.

Yet his gaze drifted to Freya–composed, efficient, utterly unshaken. Something sharp twisted in his chest.

Before he could dissect the feeling, he shoved the car door open and followed her.

Freya, surprised the movers arrived in advance, explained to them, “I’ll be done packing in half an hour, Sorry

for the wait.”

“No problem,” one of them replied politely,

Turning away, she headed toward the house–only to find Kristian standing in her path.

“You’re leaving?” His voice was flat, but his eyes burned into hers.

“Obviously.”

“Why now?”

She blinked. “Why not now?”

“The divorce isn’t finalized for thirty days.” He crossed his arms, the picture of detached rationality. “You could

stay.”