She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35 I’m Carrying Kristian’s Child

During his last visit to the hospital, Hugh had only received a cursory explanation. Now, he was determined to uncover every detail.

He was eager to piece together Freya’s life in the past two years.

“There’s really not much to tell. I was merely a substitute,” Freya responded, her voice even and her demeanor

unruffled.

Now, she could discuss the past without her emotions getting in the way. “The masquerade has ended, and it’s time for us to resume our separate lives.”

Hugh was visibly startled by her revelation.

A mere substitute?

“Why didn’t you inform me earlier?” he inquired, his voice tinged with confusion.

“I’m no child; I’m capable of handling such matters,” Freya countered, her tone firm. “Moreover, he does have an appealing visage.”

Hugh’s heart didn’t lighten at her words.

Far from it, his concerns only deepened.

“Mina,” he uttered softly.

“If there’s nothing more, we might as well leave it there,” Freya interjected, her voice closing off any further discussion. “I had a restless night; I need to make up for lost sleep.”

“There’s another matter…” Hugh pressed on, unwilling to leave it there.

Freya, sensing more was coming, gave him a look and asked, “What is it?”

“Her daughter is employed by the Briggs Group. Should you visit, it’s probable you’ll encounter her.” Hugh couldn’t muster the courage to meet Freya’s gaze as he spoke, his voice wavering slightly.

Freya instantly grasped whom he was hinting at.

Feeling a knot of unease in his stomach, Hugh tentatively offered, “If it bothers you, I could have my secretary reassign her.”

“Do whatever you think best,” Freya responded disinterestedly, her mind clearly esewhere.

Hugh’s uncertainty grew, but he hesitated to press the issue, wary of truly irking Freya

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Freya, meanwhile, had spent the entire morning enveloped in sleep.

It was only in the late afternoon, around three or four, that she stirred to check the time and noticed a new text message on her phone.

“This is Ashley. Could you possibly reach out to Kristian for me? There’s a matter of some urgency I need to

discuss with him.”

Freya paused, taken aback.

Were mistresses really so bold these days, contacting the wives directly?

She quickly dismissed the message and continued with her day. She wasn’t trying to play the martyr, nor did she care to get involved in Kristian’s affairs.

And honestly, the message felt off–like something wasn’t adding up.

Out of everyone at Shaw Group, Ashley had sent the message to the one person who had the least patience for

her.

Freya viewed the situation with growing suspicion, her instincts on high alert.

Her phone erupted in a series of urgent vibrations.

Lifting the phone, she recognized the caller ID–it was the same number that had messaged her earlier. Clearly, it was Ashley on the other end.

With a cautious press of the answer button, Freya also activated the recording feature, just to be safe.

As the call connected, a soft, somewhat pained voice floated through the speaker. “Is this Ms. Briggs? This is Ashley Bradley. Could you possibly hand the phone to Kristian? There’s something urgent I need to discuss

with him.”

“No,” Freya responded sharply, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

“It’s truly important that I speak with him,” Ashley insisted, her voice a mixture of pleading and urgency. “I’m practically begging you.”

“You really have some nerve,” Freya retorted, never one to mince words with her. “Why would you think it’s appropriate for me to connect you with Kristian?”

A heavy silence fell on Ashley’s end.

Freya issued her cutting conclusion. “People should have some self–respect, don’t you think?”

“Ms. Briggs…” Ashley attempted to interject.

But Freya, undeterred, ended the call abruptly, blocking and deleting Ashley’s number from her phone.

She was determined not to entertain any more of Ashley’s interruptions.

To be honest, she had no idea what was going through Ashley’s head.

“Please, I’m desperate to see Kristian. He’s been steering clear of me because of your agreement, yet I need him by my side more than ever now.”

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Freya stared at the message from yet another unfamiliar number, her features tightening visibly

The notion of a mistress imploring a wife for access to her husband was downright ludicrous.

“I must tell you, I’m carrying Kristian’s child!”

Ashley’s messages followed one after the other, each more startling than the last, but it was the final confession that hit with the force of a thunderclap.

Ashley was pregnant–and the child was Kristian’s.

Initially, Freya resolved to ignore the intrusive messages, but Ashley’s boldness left her no choice.

“Do you really think flaunting your pregnancy with a married man is something to broadcast?” she snapped “Continue this harassment, and I will be forced to bring your indiscretion out into the open.”

With that stern warning dispatched, the flurry of incessant calls and messages abruptly ceased.

Freya harbored skepticism about Ashley’s claim. Despite Kristian’s flawed character, he was a man of his word And considering Ashley had only returned to town a few weeks ago, the timeline for her pregnancy claim seemed highly questionable.

Engrossed in thought, she captured several screenshots of Ashley’s provocative messages, and with a mixture of dread and defiance, uploaded them to her social media. She adorned the post with the tantalizing caption, “What a revelation.”

Instantly, her phone began buzzing with a barrage of reactions.

Frederick was quick to express his astonishment, typing out, “Whoa, truly spectacular! I’ve never witnessed such boldness before.”

Trent also expressed his shock.

Ethel commented, “Is this woman his first love?”

A sudden realization struck Freya like a cold wave–she hadn’t excluded her family from this explosive reveal

Her heart sank.

In the midst of the turmoil, Melinda rushed to inform Kristian, her words sharp and urgent. “See the chaos you’ve sparked! The mistress is acting like she’s proud of stealing someone’s husband–right in front of Freya!”

Kristian, who had just finished a grueling session of work, felt a headache brewing.

He sighed deeply, massaging his forehead as he reluctantly reached for his phone. The sight of Freya’s post made his eyes narrow in annoyance.

Compelled by a mixture of concern and curiosity, he immediately made a call to Freya.

She eyed the incoming call with a mix of resentment and resignation. After a moment’s hesitation, influenced by Ashley’s news, she answered with a guarded tone, “Hello?”

Kristian wasted no time, his voice a blend of confusion and irritation as he asked, “Can you explan your post to me?” His question hung in the air, heavy with implications.