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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light but edged. "What if I hired someone else to contact the

she was baiting

his throat, stubborn as a

beat, he forced it

coolly-or taunt him with its flaws His worry for Ashley, Freya's recent unpredictability-they'd

Freya's reply

a black card at

it from

His eyebrows shot up.

the others," she

her, not quite

her

holdin onto all your cards starting now. You'll get them back on the day of

divorce."

driver nearly choked on

Kristian's brows snapped together.

want to?" Freya pressed, arching a

know when to stop while you're ahead," Kristian said, irritation

admit I misjudged today, but let's not pretend your

role in that."

at him, disbelief flashing in her

voice

Kristian didn't back

those chat logs about Ashley's

mouth to argue-then froze.

Freya tossed the card back

as frustration sin

beneath her skin.

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

that Ashley would always

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card bounced off Kristian's chest, leaving him momentarily stunned.

time addressing the driver. "Watson, drop me at the next

"Understood, ma'am."

turned glacial.

compere fully restored. "Wouldn't want

flared. Since when did she wield sarcasm

he ordered through

driver obeyed, the car accelerating toward

lingering guilt Kristian had evaporated under the heat

car rolled to a

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