She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7 An Ex’s Tears

Can Melt Even The Colde…..

Freya tossed the remote aside, her expression unreadable. “That’s not true,” she declared, her tone flat.

Kristian furrowed his brow, clearly confused.

“When you’re so eager to marry Ashley, you’d probably pay a fortune just to see me gone,” Freya continued, her voice firm and unwavering.

Kristian’s expression hardened, a chill spreading through his demeanor.

It was a new feeling for him, this sensation of being cornered. Freya had crossed a line no one else dared to.

“Are you implying that I’m powerless against you?” he questioned, his voice low and dangerous.

“Of course not,” Freya retorted.

She nonchalantly flipped through channels, finding another reality show, and spoke with earnest conviction.

“You have plenty of options at your disposal. You could cut off my funds, confine my movements, or even exile

me to some godforsaken place.”

Kristian listened, stunned by how absurd she was being–and somehow, that absurdity drained the heat from

his anger.

How had someone who could provoke him so effortlessly also been so tender and supportive for two whole

years?

“If you resort to those tactics, though,” Freya pointed out with a shrewd smile, “Ashley would never be anything more than a hidden affair. Surely, you wouldn’t let her be dragged through rumors and whispers, right?”

Though Kristian was revered as a titan of industry, his reputation teetered on the brink of disaster once whispers of his unfaithfulness and allegations of a mistress began to circulate, setting the stage for public

ridicule and condemnation.

Ashley, shielded by his influence, would find herself under the oppressive gaze of judgment whenever she

ventured out to shop or attend social gatherings.

Determined to protect his beloved from such indignities, Kristian must be resolute.

“What would it take for you to accompany me to the family gathering?” he demanded, aiming to steer away

from their earlier contentious discussion.

“Sever all ties with Ashley Bradley immediately,” Freya commanded, her finger hovering over the pause button of the remote as the show halted. “Once we’re officially divorced, you can love her freely.”

Kristian’s rejection was swift and firm. “No.”

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“Oh?” Freya raised an eyebrow, taken aback.

Confusion clouded Kristian’s features.

Unfazed, she went on, “There’s a one–month waiting period before the divorce papers are filed. Who’s to say what twists might unfold in that time?”

The living room was charged with tension, a silent witness to the crumbli facade of their relationship.

Yet, Freya seemed detached from the emotional weight of the moment. She nonchalantly resumed the TV show, where the light–hearted banter of a reality show filled the space between them.

On screen, Zander Loftus, a charming and popular actor, engaged in a lively discussion about lost loves and current commitments.

“Let me ask you. If you were married and your supposed ‘one true love‘ from the past came back into your life, what would you do? Would you go back to her or stay committed to your wife?” someone questioned, a hint of challenge in their tone.

Without missing a beat, one of them answered, “I’d stay with my wife, of course!”

“Choosing past love over your current love? That would be madness,” another added, laughter echoing among

the group.

The questioner pivoted towards Zander with a curious tilt of his head. “Mr. Loftus, what about you?”

Zander, radiating an undeniable charisma, responded with a voice as smooth as silk, “I’m not one to dwell on the past.” He leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. “Life is a journey forward. Clinging to an idealized version of a past love often blurs the lines between genuine affection and mere regret.”

The room fell silent for a moment, contemplating his words, before the discussion picked up again. “That’s quite deep,” one remarked, nodding appreciatively.

“Speaking of which,” another chimed in, a wry smile playing on his lips, “I remember a friend who ditched his current girlfriend for his first love. Talk about a classic jerk move.”

“Don’t they say online that an ex’s tears can melt even the coldest heart? There’s a bit of truth in that,” someone else added, sparking laughter around.

As the laughter faded, the television show played on, weaving its drama into the evening.

Across the room, Kristian’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze intensifying as he watched Freya, who sat across from him, perfectly poised.

He had a nagging suspicion that she was using the show’s dialogue to subtly taunt him.

“Freya,” he started, his voice a mix of resignation and resolve.

She turned to face him, her expression unreadable. “Yes?”

Kristian took a deep breath, steeling himself. “I can agree to your terms for the divorce,” he a reluctantly. “But before we cut all ties, I need to look into her car accident.”

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“That’s acceptable,” Freya responded evenly, her indifference clear. “If you need to discuss anything with Ashley during this period, please have Gerard handle it.”

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Kristian wanted to protest, to insist on handling things his way, but the thought of his family’s deep affection for Freya held him back. With a resigned sigh, he conceded, “Fine.”

“Better get moving,” Freya suggested crisply. Truth be told, she wanted the divorce more than he did and had

no interest in dealing with him. “Pick me up at six.”

“Sure,” Kristian agreed, a hint of defeat in his voice.

With their arrangement settled, Freya grabbed the remote, shut off the screen, and disappeared up the stairs.

The chasm between them widened, the once close–knit hearts now adrift in a sea of growing distance.

As Freya’s door clicked shut, a wave of loss crashed over Kristian, leaving him with a poignant ache, as though

he were watching a part of himself vanish into the ether.

He furrowed his brow deeply, and his hand moved to adjust his tie, his slender fingers looking strikingly

elegant and alluring–a sight to behold.

He glanced toward the closed door twice before decisively stepping out of the villa and heading to his office.

The mystery surrounding Ashley’s car accident still loomed large, demanding further scrutiny.

Meanwhile, Freya indulged in a long, soothing shower and then drifted into a light nap, only to be jolted awake

by the insistent ringing of her phone.

Blinking away sleep, she noticed Frederick’s name flashing on the caller ID. She massaged her temples to clear

the lingering fog of sleep and answered with a groggy, “Hello?”

“Freya! Freya! Freya!” Frederick’s voice came, bubbling with boyish enthusiasm and a tinge of urgency.

Freya pulled the phone slightly away from her ear, waiting for him to continue. After a brief pause filled with

silence, she queried, “What’s going on?”

“Trent is on his way over to see you,” Frederick finally said, his tone now laced with a hint of seriousness.

Freya’s brow creased in confusion.

“Trent Seymour,” Frederick hurriedly added.

“Why is he coming?” Freya pressed, her curiosity piqued.

“He’s been sent by your father to manage your divorce proceedings with Kristian Shaw,” Frederick explained, his voice hesitant yet tinged with an unmistakable curiosity. “Did you really secretly marry that man?”

Freya massaged her temples, her frustration building like a storm.

Frederick, oblivious to her mood, prattled on. “Freya?”

“When will he be here?” Freya’s voice wavered slightly, revealing her underlying helplessness.

“Around eleven tonight,” Frederick replied, his tone cautious.

Though burning with curiosity, he dared not probe deeper. “He’s just set off for the airport.”

Freya pondered her options to thwart the impending situation. “Understood,” she muttered finally, abruptly ending the call.

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