She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 An Ex's Tears

Can Melt Even The Colde.....

Freya tossed the remote aside, her expression unreadable. "That's not true," she declared, her tone flat.

Kristian furrowed his brow, clearly confused.

"When you're so eager to marry Ashley, you'd probably pay a fortune just to see me gone," Freya continued, her voice firm and unwavering.

Kristian's expression hardened, a chill spreading through his demeanor.

It was a new feeling for him, this sensation of being cornered. Freya had crossed a line no one else dared to.

"Are you implying that I'm powerless against you?" he questioned, his voice low and dangerous.

"Of course not," Freya retorted.

She nonchalantly flipped through channels, finding another reality show, and spoke with earnest conviction.

"You have plenty of options at your disposal. You could cut off my funds, confine my movements, or even exile

me to some godforsaken place."

Kristian listened, stunned by how absurd she was being-and somehow, that absurdity drained the heat from

his anger.

How had someone who could provoke him so effortlessly also been so tender and supportive for two whole

years?

"If you resort to those tactics, though," Freya pointed out with a shrewd smile, "Ashley would never be anything more than a hidden affair. Surely, you wouldn't let her be dragged through rumors and whispers, right?"

Though Kristian was revered as a titan of industry, his reputation teetered on the brink of disaster once whispers of his unfaithfulness and allegations of a mistress began to circulate, setting the stage for public

ridicule and condemnation.

Ashley, shielded by his influence, would find herself under the oppressive gaze of judgment whenever she

ventured out to shop or attend social gatherings.

Determined to protect his beloved from such indignities, Kristian must be resolute.

"What would it take for you to accompany me to the family gathering?" he demanded, aiming to steer away

from their earlier contentious discussion.

"Sever all ties with Ashley Bradley immediately," Freya commanded, her finger hovering over the pause button of the remote as the show halted. "Once we're officially divorced, you can love her freely."

Kristian's rejection was swift and firm. "No."

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"Oh?" Freya raised an eyebrow, taken aback.

Confusion clouded Kristian's features.

Unfazed, she went on, "There's a one-month waiting period before the divorce papers are filed. Who's to say what twists might unfold in that time?"

a silent witness to the crumbli facade of

weight of the moment. She nonchalantly resumed the TV

Zander Loftus, a charming and popular actor, engaged in a lively discussion about lost loves

life, what would you do? Would you go back to her or stay committed

course!" "Choosing past love over your

the group.

towards Zander with a curious tilt of his head. "Mr. Loftus, what about

as silk, "I'm not one to dwell on the past." He leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. "Life is a journey forward. Clinging to an idealized version of a past love often blurs

moment, contemplating his words, before the

"I remember a friend who ditched his current

can melt even the coldest heart? There's a

laughter faded, the television show played on,

slightly, his gaze intensifying as he watched Freya,

was using

voice a mix of

to face him, her

deep breath, steeling himself. "I can agree to your terms for the divorce," he a

ed

evenly, her indifference clear.

with Ashley during this period, please have Gerard

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7 An Ex's Tears Can

protest, to insist on handling things his way, but the thought of his family's deep affection

she wanted the divorce more than

him. "Pick me up

agreed, a hint of defeat

arrangement settled, Freya grabbed the remote, shut off the

disappeared up the

the once close-knit hearts

clicked shut, a wave of loss crashed over Kristian, leaving him with a poignant

a part of himself vanish

hand

fingers looking strikingly

and alluring-a sight

twice before decisively

heading to

mystery surrounding Ashley's car accident still loomed large, demanding further

soothing shower and then drifted

the insistent ringing

on the caller ID. She massaged her temples to

of sleep and answered with a

voice came, bubbling with boyish enthusiasm and a

phone slightly away from her ear, waiting for him to continue. After a brief pause

queried, "What's going

over to see you," Frederick finally

a hint of

creased in

Seymour," Frederick hurriedly

Freya pressed, her

by your father to manage your divorce proceedings with Kristian Shaw," Frederick explained, his voice hesitant yet tinged with an unmistakable curiosity.

temples, her frustration building like

oblivious to her mood,

Freya's voice wavered slightly, revealing her

helplessness.

Frederick replied,

not probe deeper.