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

she

apology lodged in his throat, stubborn as

he forced it out.

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

reply was

thrust a black card at her "Take the primary card. Spend however you

She plucked it from his fingers without

His eyebrows shot up.

others,"

her, not

her tone impossibly neutral, "and

your cards starting

divorce."

driver nearly choked on

Kristian's brows snapped together.

don't want to?" Freya

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

grew thick. "I admit I misjudged today, but let's not pretend

role in that."

her eyes. He was seriously blaming

Her voice was

Kristian didn't

you saw those

his mouth to

her wrist, Freya tossed the card back

as frustration sin

beneath her skin.

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

that Ashley would always come first in Kristian's

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card bounced off Kristian's chest,

could react, Freya's voice cut through the silence-this time addressing the driver. "Watson, drop me at

"Understood, ma'am."

turned

tone was sweetly mocking, her compere fully restored. "Wouldn't want your idiocy rubbing off on me like some

temper flared. Since when did she

he ordered through

obeyed, the car accelerating toward Regalia

evaporated under the

minutes later, the car rolled to a stop at a

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