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

she was

apology lodged in his

beat, he forced it out. "I know

she'd orchestrated it, she wouldn't dissect the evidence so coolly-or taunt him with its flaws His worry for Ashley, Freya's

Freya's reply was a

expected fury, demands, something Instead, he thrust a black card at her "Take

it from his

His eyebrows shot up.

others," she

to her, not

she said, her tone impossibly neutral, "and to

onto all your cards starting now. You'll

divorce."

driver nearly choked on

Kristian's brows snapped together.

you don't want to?" Freya pressed, arching

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

I misjudged today, but let's not pretend

role in that."

stared at him, disbelief flashing in her eyes. He was seriously blaming her for

voice

didn't back

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

mouth to argue-then froze. She

tossed the card back at him, rubbing her

as frustration sin

beneath her skin.

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

that Ashley would always come first in Kristian's

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card bounced off Kristian's chest, leaving him momentarily

voice cut through the silence-this time addressing the driver. "Watson, drop me at the next

"Understood, ma'am."

turned

mocking, her compere fully restored. "Wouldn't

temper flared. Since when did she wield sarcasm like a

he ordered through gritted

driver obeyed, the car accelerating toward

guilt Kristian had evaporated under the heat

car rolled to a stop at a villa's

slung over her shoulder as she vanished inside. By the time