She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 Freya’s First

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Trent wasn’t particularly interested in this sort of game, idly throwing out a suggestion for Kristian’s challenge. Kristian took up the challenge with a shrug, and swiftly, they rolled into another round.

After four rounds, it was conspicuous that Freya hadn’t been picked even once.

As the fifth round loomed, tension subtly ticked up.

“I got the one marked ‘big‘,” Liam declared, a flicker of mischief sparking in his eyes. He glanced around with feigned nonchalance. “So, who’s stuck with the one with ‘small‘?”

“Not me,” Trent quickly disclaimed.

“Nor me,” Felipe chimed in smoothly.

“Definitely not me,” Zander added, a trace of amusement in his tone.

As the denials circled around, Liam’s gaze eventually landed on Kristian and then lingered on Freya.

The game started for real at that moment.

Freya peered at her disc and, with a quiet acceptance, admitted, “It’s me.”

“Truth or dare?” Liam asked, his voice laced with a practiced ease as if he had already predicted her choice.

Considering the previous rounds hadn’t been too harsh, Freya said with unwavering confidence, “Dare.”

Truth made her uncomfortable; she much preferred sticking to dares.

“Not going to switch?” Liam prodded, almost hopefully.

“Nope,” she replied firmly, locking eyes with him.

Grinning, Liam dished out his pre–planned dare. “Put your phone on speaker and call your first love. Tell him you miss him.”

It was a calculated move; no matter if Freya chose truth or dare, the theme of past loves was destined to surface.

Liam was particularly keen to catch Kristian’s reaction. Would a shadow of jealousy flicker across his face? The anticipation was palpable.

At the mention of the dare, Freya hesitated.

Trent’s gaze fixed on her, his expression a complex tapestry of feelings that defied easy interpretation.

“I’ll drink,” Freya murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. With a resolute hand, she reached for the glass

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perched on the table. One by one, she downed the contents of three glasses.

Upon emptying the last one, she set it down with a definitive clink, her hand pausing over it, reluctant to let go.

This poignant gesture led the other four to a silent consensus–Freya’s first love was a hallowed chapter of her past, one that inevitably brought a touch of sadness whenever it surfaced.

Kristian’s fingers clenched, the tension unwittingly creeping in

Freya’s first love…

Who could that have been?

“Are you alright, Freya?” Liam inquired, caught off–guard by the intensity of the moment.

He had thought that, given her marriage to Kristian, any fiery remnants of a past first love would have dimmed, perhaps to a point where they could even be mentioned in jest.

Yet, the look on her face spoke volumes, she dearly hadn’t moved on.

“I’m fine,” Freya replied, a touch of dizziness clouding her senses, but her voice remained steady, her posture composed, “Let’s continue.”

Liam cast a concerned glance at Trent and Kristian before turning back to shuffle the stack of discs. With a deliberate slowness, he distributed them to each person, his brow furrowed slightly under the weight of his own thoughts.

There was a quiet personal agenda playing in the back of his mind.

This round, he made no special effort to hand the disc marked “small” to Freya, hoping to spare her from revisiting the tender subject of first loves just yet.

Yet, fate seemed to mock his intentions; the disc marked “big” ended up with Kristian, while the one marked “small” again found its way to Freya

Liam couldn’t mask his surprise, his features twisted into a look of genuine confusion.

He knew Kristian too well–his resilience, his tenacity.

As Treys observed the disc in her hand and then Liam’s unexpectedly complex expression, she initially suspected a prank. Yet, the authenticity in his surprise washed away her doubts, revealing the cruel hand of

Kristian, dutching the disc, maintained his usual stoic demeanor. “Truth or dare?” he asked, his voice as steady

“Date, Freya responded without hesitation

A shadow presed over Kristian’s eyes, darkening them with a mix of curiosity and frustration

Her reactance to share her past only fueled his desire to delve deeper.

We tagged the disc face down on the table, his gaze locking onto Freya with an intensity that made the air word them dicten. We counciated each word with precision “Send me the details of your first love–rate. profession, and won my phone”

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The question hung in the air, leaving the rest of the group in baffled silence. Was such a personal query even permissible in their game?

Freya gazed at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. Was there something seriously messed up in his head? Did he not even know the basics about himself?

“What’s the matter? Scared to let me know?” Kristian squirmed under her gaze, feeling as if he’d committed some unforgivable sin.

His curiosity nagged at him–who had stolen her heart back then, and why couldn’t she let that man go, even now?

“You’re out of your mind,” Freya scoffed, her frustration driving her to down three more glasses of wine in quick succession.

Trent watched her with growing concern. Freya wasn’t known for her drinking prowess, having barely touched alcohol since their childhood days.

As she tipped back the third glass, Trent stepped in. “That’s enough, Freya,” he said firmly.

“Alright,” she conceded with a slight nod.

By the time she emptied the three glasses, it hit her–Kristian and the rest probably think she was clinging to the memory of some irreplaceable first love.

She chose not to correct their assumption. If they preferred to bathe in their misconceptions, she would let them.

It wasn’t about Kristian; it was about her desire to distance herself from certain unsavory associations.

“Let’s wrap this up,” Trent suggested, his voice tinged with worry. “Freya’s clearly had too much, and she’s usually not one for heavy drinking.”

“Well…”

Liam was on the verge of agreement when Kristian, barely containing his irritation, interjected, “If she’s not up for handling her drinks, she could always pick a different dare or truth. It’s not like anyone’s forcing her to drink.”

“Go on.” With a tipsy glow settling over her, Freya’s tolerance for provocation was wearing thin.

“Freya,” Trent called out.

“I can handle it,” she declared, her voice defiant.

Trent rubbed the bridge of his nose, dropping his voice to a low murmur meant only for her. “Have you completely forgotten about the incident four years ago when you were drunk?”

At his words, Freya’s expression shifted to one of discomfort, her previous bravado faltering.

That night was a dark blot in her memory, an episode she wished could be erased.

From across the room, Kristian’s gaze bore into the pair, a silent battle of wills unfolding.