She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Push Me Too Far, And You'll Leave With...

"Well, isn't that just tragic?" Freya's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Two years of marriage, and my husband still

doesn't know the first thing about me."

Kristian froze, caught off guard. She just had to twist the knife, didn't she?

"You're coming home with me." He yanked his tie loose, snatched her purse, and clamped a hand around her wrist, dragging her toward the exit.

Freya stiffened, startled. Kristian halted too. Their eyes locked onto the purse in

his grip.

Did he think she was Ashley? Otherwise, why would he be treating her with such sudden kindness now? The

thought sliced through Freya.

Kristian offered no explanation, storming off with those infuriatingly long strides.

Ashley watched from the hospital room, her sweet facade crumbling. Her nails dug into her palms, leaving

crescent marks she didn't even feel.

The door creaked open moments later.

"I thought Freya hired that hit-and-run driver?" Ashley's friend frowned. "Why is Mr. Shaw still-"

"It wasn't her." Ashley's brow furrowed.

At first, she'd assumed Freya was behind it-after all, her return threatened Freya's place as Kristian's wife.

But Freya's reaction today? Too genuine. Too uncalculated.

Kristian had noticed it too.

In the backseat of the car, tension hung thick between him and Freya.

Before Kristian could speak, Gerard's call cut through. "Sir, we traced the IP. The login didn't originate from our

city."

"Understood." Kristian's grip tightened on the phone, the weight of his mistake settling like lead.

He'd wronged Freya. His gaze flicked to her, silhouetted by sunlight filtering through the window. The glow softened her edges, almost like the woman she'd been before-before the bitterness, before the barbs.

"Freya." Her name left his lips, uncharacteristically hesitant.

She'd overheard the call. "Don't tell me you're about to apologize."

Kristian's jaw clenched. Why did every conversation with her feel like walking into a trap?

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my innocence," she mused, voice light but edged. "What if I hired someone else to contact

she was baiting

his throat, stubborn as a

forced it out. "I know it

it, she wouldn't dissect the evidence so coolly-or taunt him with its flaws

reply was a

"oh"? He'd expected fury, demands, something Instead, he thrust a black card at her "Take the primary card. Spend however you

plucked it from his

His eyebrows shot up.

others,"

her, not

inappropriate behavior today," she said, her tone impossibly neutral, "and to avoid

starting now. You'll get them back on

divorce."

driver nearly

Kristian's brows snapped together.

want to?" Freya pressed, arching

stop while you're ahead," Kristian said, irritation creeping into his

grew thick. "I admit I misjudged today, but let's not pretend your erratic behavior lately didn't play

role in that."

her eyes. He was seriously blaming

Her voice was dangerously

Kristian didn't back

Freya countered, her confidence unshaken, "the moment you saw those chat logs about Ashley's accident, you'd have accused me without a second thought.

to argue-then

a flick of her wrist, Freya tossed the

as frustration sin

beneath her skin.

wrong with her? Since when did she let someone so irrelevant rattle her?

that Ashley would always come first in

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bounced off Kristian's chest, leaving

cut through the silence-this time

"Understood, ma'am."

voice turned glacial.

her compere fully restored. "Wouldn't want your idiocy rubbing off on me like

flared. Since when did she wield sarcasm like

he ordered

the car

lingering guilt Kristian had evaporated under the heat of his

later, the car rolled to a stop

move, her purse slung over her shoulder as she vanished inside. By the time he reached the living room,