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

knew she was

apology lodged in his throat, stubborn as a

a beat, he forced it out. "I know it

him with its flaws His worry

reply

something Instead, he thrust a black card at her "Take the primary card. Spend

from his

His eyebrows shot up.

the others," she

her, not

behavior today," she said, her tone impossibly

starting now. You'll get them back on the

divorce."

driver nearly choked

Kristian's brows snapped together.

you don't want to?" Freya pressed,

Kristian

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

role in that."

stared at him, disbelief flashing in her eyes.

Her voice

Kristian didn't

Freya countered, her confidence unshaken, "the moment you saw those chat logs about Ashley's accident, you'd have accused

opened his mouth to

her wrist, Freya tossed the card

as frustration sin

beneath her skin.

with her? Since when did she let someone so irrelevant rattle her? Hadn't she

would always come first in Kristian's

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off Kristian's chest, leaving him momentarily stunned.

voice cut through the silence-this time addressing the driver. "Watson,

"Understood, ma'am."

turned glacial.

Freya's tone was sweetly mocking, her compere fully

flared. Since when did

he ordered

driver obeyed, the car accelerating toward

evaporated under the heat of

car rolled to a stop

as she vanished inside. By the time he reached the living room, the bedroom door had already clicked shut