She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 We'll Divorce On Monday

At night, the spacious living room glowed under bright lights as two people sat across from each other, a divorce agreement resting between them.

Kristian Shaw, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, exuded an air of cold detachment. His sharp features remained unreadable, his presence commanding and intimidating. His piercing gaze settled on the silent woman opposite him, his eyes inscrutable.

"We'll divorce on Monday," he declared, his voice firm and emotionless. "Aside from the compensation in the agreement, you may request anything else you need."

"Why so sudden?" Freya Briggs asked, her voice quieter than usual.

Kristian's answer was blunt. "Ashley is back."

Freya knew exactly who Ashley was. After a brief pause, she replied, "Okay."

Kristian hesitated, caught off guard by her immediate acceptance.

Freya opened the divorce papers, her thoughts drifting to the past.

Two years ago, they had met at a nightclub. She had been weighed down by worries; he had been nursing a broken heart. A few drinks later, they found solace in each other's company, talking late into the night.

There had been no impulsive one-night stand-just a quiet parting afterward.

Three days later, he had returned with his assistant to propose marriage. And she had agreed.

After getting married, he had treated her well-tending to her needs, drying her hair with gentle hands, and solving her problems before she even voiced them.

Their relationship had been perfect—until six months ago, when a single phone call changed everything.

Overnight, he grew distant, his warmth replaced by icy indifference.

That was when she learned the truth: Kristian had married her because she bore a faint resemblance to his lost love, Ashley Bradley.

The memory made Freya press her lips together before she asked lightly, "You said I could ask for compensation, right?"

"Yes," Kristian replied flatly.

her gaze to him, her delicate

a fleeting moment, guilt flickered in

resolved to

she had been good to him all the

"Then I want the

"Fine," Kristian agreed.

villa in the suburbs," she

"Done," he said.

share of the money

Kristian's composure cracked. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if questioning whether he'd

property, don't they? Based on my calculations-excluding investments —your salary and dividends over the last two years amount to

heavy silence settled between

she added, as if casually mentioning the weather, "Of course, you're welcome to take 40% of my income

patience finally snapped. "Freya!" His voice carried an

earlier? How had he

met his gaze evenly. "Is that not

Absolutely not.

dismissed the idea

forget it." Freya set down her pen. "Next time I see your family, I'll bring up your emotional infidelity. I'm sure

ned, his stare turning glacial. He hadn't anticipated this side of her-realizing now

want to negotiate

flinching. She knew he despised threats-but she despised

turned stormy, his voice glacial. "You'll get what you want. But if the divorce hits

chair, her tone razor-sharp. "Kristian Shaw, is that a

was foreign to Kristian. For two years, she'd been the picture of

"You'll have the

lowered briefly before she added, "One

"Speak." His patience frayed.

ignored the frost radiating from him. "Afterward, we'll tell your family together

"Deal," Kristian conceded.