She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Slap Kristian

Twice

Freya’s words sliced through the tension, sharp and resolute. “I don’t accept it,” she declared, her voice laced with a finality that brooked no argument.

Beside her, Liam stood firm, his voice echoing her determination. “Nor do I,” he stated, his tone just as unwavering.

Across the room, Ashley’s eyes brimmed with tears, her gaze locked on Kristian, pleading silently for his support.

Yet, Kristian’s expression remained impassive, a sharp contrast to the indulgence he had previously shown her. Had Trent been at Freya’s side today, perhaps Kristian might have harbored some doubt, some willingness to entertain Ashley’s lies.

Trent’s presence always got under his skin. But today, without Trent, the truth seemed clearer.

Desperate, Ashley’s voice trembled as she addressed the room, seeking any foothold in the slipping sands of Kristian’s favor. “What will it take for you to accept?” she implored, her eyes scanning their faces for a sign of relenting. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”

Freya met her gaze, her eyes steely. “If you truly wish for forgiveness,” she began, her voice cold. “Then keep your distance from Kristian. Vanish from his life, and never cross his path again. Do this, and perhaps I might forgive you.”

Stunned, Ashley bit her lip, the sharp pain grounding her swirling thoughts. “But…”

Freya wasn’t finished. Her challenge hung in the air, heavy and ominous. “Why? Can’t you do it?” she scoffed disdainfully. “Or perhaps, if that’s too much, prove your sincerity. Slap Kristian–twice. Maybe then, I’ll believe your regret.”

Under the weight of Freya’s words, Ashley clenched her fists beneath the blankets, her nails digging into her palms. A deep–seated hatred for Freya simmered within her, threatening to boil over.

Yet, with a tremble in her voice, she persisted, “Ms. Briggs, I must admit, this mess is my doing. Kristian shouldn’t be blamed…”

Freya’s response was swift, her tone icy. “I know,” she said, eyes glinting with cunning. “And I’m asking you to slap him–not to punish him, but to serve as a sharp reminder that he should be more cautious about the people he surrounds himself with.”

Kristian remained a silent, brooding figure in the backdrop.

Liam arched an eyebrow, intrigued by the unfolding drama.

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Ashley, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, bit her bottom lip, the picture of someone wronged and

sorrowful

The sharp crack of her own slap echoed as her hand struck her face, leaving angry red marks on her pale skin.

It was a desperate, theatrical gesture meant to garner Kristian’s forgiveness and shift his displeasure towards Freya.

“What are you doing?” Kristian’s voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing in confusion and concern.

Choking back a sob, Ashley responded, her voice laden with self–reproach, “I acted on impulse, selfishly so. I can’t bear to slap you, nor can I bear the thought of leaving your side. All I can offer is my deepest apologies and do whatever it takes to earn Ms. Briggs’s forgiveness.”

If she were keenly aware of Liam’s significance to Kristian, she would have tactfully kept him out of the fray. Nevertheless, she believed Freya was out of her league.

“That’s enough.” Kristian finally spoke, his voice tinged with exasperation. “Let’s put an end to this.”

“That’s hardly enough,” Liam chimed in, his tone casual yet cutting, “If someone can make false accusations and then escape with minimal consequences–merely shedding a few tears, admitting their mistake, and staging a self–punishment–are we not setting a precedent that mistakes can be simply cried away?”

“And what do you want?” Kristian’s stare was penetrating, a clear warning flashing in his eyes as he faced Liam, signaling him to tread carefully.

Restraint was never Liam’s strong suit; he always pushed limits.

With a mischievous gleam in his eye, he insisted, “Why not make her kneel down for a while as punishment?”

He grinned, adding, “Just for half a day, to let off some steam.”

Ashley’s heart pounded furiously in her chest as she looked up. Could Kristian actually consider such a suggestion?

“Liam!” Kristian’s voice carried a stern warning.

“Come on, your bias is showing,” Liam noted, throwing a casual arm over his shoulder. “Tell me, if your wife had falsely accused Miss Bradley, would you let her off the hook so easily?”

Kristian’s jaw set firmly. He didn’t need a moment to ponder; he knew the answer was a resounding no.

Meanwhile, Freya, having grown bored with the unfolding drama, decided it no longer warranted her attention. As long as Kristian didn’t wrong her directly, she was content to remain uninvolved.

She turned to Liam, her expression indifferent. “I’m leaving.”

“I’ll give you a ride,” Liam offered quickly.

“No, thanks,” Freya declined curtly.

With a dismissive flick of her hair, she strode past Kristian and Ashley, treating them as worthless pests.

Kristian’s heart constricted, his thoughts a swirling chaos, yet his feet moved of their own accord, trailing behind Freya.

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Chapter 68 Slap Kristian Twice

Standing by the doorway, he turned to Liam, his tone firm. “Keep an eye on Ashley. I won’t be long.”

Liam offered no reply.

By the time Kristian caught up to Freya, they had already made it outside the building.

“Freya!” he called out, seizing her arm, his voice a tense whisper.

She halted, facing him with a serene expression. “What is it?” she demandéd.

“I’m sorry about today,” Kristian stammered, the cold air biting at him, an uncomfortable shiver running down his spine. “Ashley doesn’t normally act like that. She might be dealing with past traumas that led to her outburst today.”

“Are you apologizing on her behalf? Who are you to her now?” Freya’s voice was steady, her gaze piercing.

Kristian faltered, words failing him as they lodged in his throat.

Freya wasn’t about to waste her breath on him. “Leave me alone, Kristian.” Her tone was laced with frustration.

She felt slighted, and rather than seeking the truth, Kristian had blindly sided with Ashley.

And now, instead of holding Ashley accountable, here he was, offering excuses for her. Liam had seen it clearly. Kristian’s heart harbored a bias, always tilting in Ashley’s favor. “Freya,” he began again, desperation edging into his voice.

“I said leave me alone,” she snapped, her patience worn thin.

“Please, just hear me out,” pleaded Kristian, unaccustomed to the iciness in her demeanor.

Their eyes locked–hers clear and unyielding. Her silence was loud and clear, a silent message that Kristian felt deeply.

“Where was your calm and rationality when I really needed you to hear me out?” She pressed, her voice laced with a steely resolve.