She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Kristian Was Pure Scumbag

The reason behind Kristian's refusal was simple. Before Ashley returned, he needed someone to manage his elders at home-and Freya, adored by his parents and grandpa, was the obvious choice.

But sometimes, Freya couldn't help but wonder-did he really think she was a fool? Otherwise, why would he assume she'd play along in hiding his affair?

Now, with his sudden demand for divorce, frustration simmered inside her. Even after six months of steeling herself, a stubborn flicker of emotion remained. She let out a slow breath, crossed to the sofa, and grabbed her phone.

She tapped the contact labeled "Fred"-untouched for two years-and typed, "Check if Shaw Group's facing any issues. And find out if Kristian's terminally ill."

Fred's replies exploded onto the screen instantly.

"Holy-Freya?!"

"Never thought I'd hear from you again!"

"Two years, Freya. TWO."

"Where've you been?!"

She didn't bother explaining.

Mood sour, she fired back a single word, "Check."

Fred caved. "On it!"

She tossed the phone aside and waited.

If Kristian was divorcing her to spare her some tragedy, she'd forgive him-maybe even help. But if he was just an unfaithful jerk? She'd drop him without a second thought.

Thirty minutes later, her phone buzzed with Fred's verdict. "Zero troubles. No illness, no crisis. Why the hell are you asking? Kristian's loaded, hot, and sharp— you two are a match. Don't you like pretty boys? Give it a shot!"

She ignored the jab and shot back, "You are so blind."

Then she silenced her phone.

factors meant only one thing-Kristian was

baffled. Did Freya wake up

pen, scrawled her name, and shoved them into a drawer. Then she headed for the

phone was a disaster-dozens of unread messages and 32

guessing needed. Frederick Price-aka Fred-had clearly blabbed about her resurrection to the

reached for

flashed;

tightened. Two years of silence, and now he

left Alerith City due to a situation involving her mother, and neither had

father nor had he

she

Silence.

hang up when Hugh Briggs' raspy voice cut

clawed at buried

do you want?" she asked

words.

digging

Freya had no interest in

beat passed before Hugh ventured, "What's your

the word hang.

Hugh's

hitched. She

"You" he started.

Freya didn't want to waste

"Wait!" he rushed.

She held her tongue.

crackled with

"When are you coming back? That

"Your mom's belongings

tightened around the phone. For a flicker,

before he

the dead line, frustration curdling in his chest.

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