She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200 Turned The

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Kristian had picked up on the silence–Freya still hadn’t answered any of his messages. His fingers hovered uncertainly above the keyboard, drumming against the keys as a tangled mess of emotions stirred inside him At last, he typed out another message and hit send. “Once this whole situation is handled, if you still want nothing to do with me, I’ll stop bothering you.”

The past few days had given him a reality check.

Whether he still loved Freya or regretted the choices that had pulled them apart, if she genuinely didn’t want him around anymore, then he had no right to impose.

Freya stared at his message for what felt like an eternity before finally typing a single “Okay” in response.

Seeing her reply hit him with a surge of feelings he couldn’t quite name.

Sometimes, he even questioned whether she had ever loved him at all. If she had, why had she remained so perfectly composed since the divorce, so untouched by sorrow?

It was as if none of it had ever mattered to her in the first place.

Over the following two days, Kristian kept sending flowers. And each time, Freya calmly told her assistant to

toss them out.

Ashley had mentioned to that man that Kristian was chasing after Freya again, but she’d left out the part where Freya might still feel something for him. Freya saw no reason to accept the flowers.

Three days slipped by before she even noticed.

The day of the event her grandfather had insisted she attend had finally arrived.

She made no effort to glam herself up–just wore her usual, effortless outfit. Her hair flowed freely down her back, revealing her smooth, luminous forehead.

The gathering was set to begin at four. After wrapping up her work, Freya stepped into the car her grandfather had arranged, complete with a personal driver to ensure she wouldn’t skip out.

When she arrived, her entrance barely registered with anyone.

The place was filled with music, drinks, and laughter.

She scanned the room with a quick, quiet glance–roughly a dozen guests, men and women alike, were chatting in cozy clusters, clearly enjoying themselves.

She found the most inconspicuous spot she could and slipped into a seat, steeling herself for what promised to be a long, exhausting evening.

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But what she hadn’t expected was Vivien to show up.

She had barely settled in when Vivien’s overly sweet and slightly shrill voice cut through the room, instantly turning heads. “Freya! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Freya slowly opened her eyes to see Vivien standing in front of her, dressed to the nines in a sleek gown, her makeup meticulously done.

“Come on, let’s go over there.” Vivien reached for her arm, eyes gleaming with something a little too sly. “Grandpa arranged some introductions for you. They’re waiting.”

“Let go.” Freya’s eyes dropped to the hand wrapped around her arm.

Vivien froze for half a second, catching sight of the curious stares beginning to gather. Quickly, she shifted–her tone to one of innocent concern. “I just figured you might be bored all alone over here, so I thought I’d bring you over. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Who’s that? Don’t think I’ve seen her before.”

“Did she just show up uninvited?”

“Vivien, do you know her?”

The whispers in the room were getting louder.

In the past couple of years, Vivien had used her ties to Hugh to mix and mingle with just about everyone in the inner circle–more so than Freya ever had.

Besides Greta and a handful of close friends, Freya rarely associated with anyone. She didn’t care for such things and had never seen the point.

“Yes, I know her. My grandpa invited her,” Vivien said with a light shrug, her gaze flickering. “She’s not really into events like this. It’s her first time showing up at one.”

Her casual remark was enough for the others to draw their own conclusions–clearly, Freya was just some outsider desperate to marry into wealth, who had begged Vivien’s grandfather to let her attend.

In this crowd, everyone pretty much took it for granted that Miguel was Vivien’s grandfather.

“If she’s not into it, then why come? Why act like she’s too good for everyone?”

“Just ignore her. Let’s go have fun.”

“But my grandpa told me to keep an eye on her. If I ditch her, he might get mad,” Vivien added, her voice soaked in fake concern.

The others, who had no idea who Freya really was, naturally sided with Vivien. “If Miguel gives you a hard time, we’ll back you up.”

“Exactly!”

“Come on, let’s go!”

They tugged Vivien away, leaving Freya alone in her seat.

Normally, she wouldn’t have cared. She’d never been one to worry about what people said behind her back.

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But today was different. She might not have mingled with these socialites before, but she’d done her research. Every single one of them–aside from Vivien–came from an influential family and was adored by their parents

Freya didn’t care about her own reputation, but she deeply cared about what kind of shadow it might cast on

her sister.

This was her first real entrance into this world. If Vivien managed to smear her image here, the rumors would spread faster than anyone could control, twisting every detail as they went.

And when the truth eventually came out, all anyone would remember was that Ethel’s sister had a terrible

attitude.

Before she could say a word, another voice broke into the moment. “Freya?”

She turned, startled. What on earth was going on today? How had she ended up bumping into two people who actually knew her at the same event?

“It really is you!” Norah’s voice rang out with bright surprise. She walked over, radiant and relaxed. “I thought I was seeing things. What are you doing here?”

Her words immediately turned the tide of attention.

Everyone knew Norah, a member of the Russell family.

And seeing her greet Freya with such warmth and familiarity left the rest of the room frozen in confusion.

“Norah, who’s that?”

“You know her too?”

Now they were all second–guessing themselves.