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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doesn't prove my innocence," she mused, voice light but edged. "What if I hired someone else to

knew she was

his throat, stubborn as

it out. "I know it wasn't

so coolly-or taunt him with its flaws His worry for

Freya's reply was a

he thrust a black

plucked it from his fingers without

His eyebrows shot up.

others," she

not quite

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

I'll be holdin onto all your cards starting now. You'll get them back

divorce."

nearly

Kristian's brows snapped together.

don't want to?" Freya

ahead," Kristian said, irritation creeping into his voice. The air

"I admit I misjudged today, but let's not

role in that."

her eyes. He

voice was dangerously

Kristian didn't

"the moment you saw those chat logs

opened his mouth to

her wrist, Freya tossed the card back at

as frustration sin

beneath her skin.

let someone so irrelevant rattle her? Hadn't she accepted

always come

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bounced off Kristian's chest,

time addressing the

"Understood, ma'am."

turned glacial.

fully restored. "Wouldn't want your

Since when did she

home," he ordered through

driver obeyed, the car accelerating

evaporated under

the car rolled to a stop at a villa's

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