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?"

tension, a silent witness to

resumed the TV show, where the light-hearted banter of a reality show filled the

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

you were married and your supposed 'one true love' from the past came back into your life, what would you do? Would you go back to

course!" "Choosing past love over your current love? That would be madness,"

the group.

questioner pivoted towards Zander with a curious tilt of

smooth 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

silent for a moment, contemplating his words, before the discussion picked up again.

in, a wry smile playing on his lips, "I remember a friend who ditched his current girlfriend for his first love. Talk

they say online that an ex's tears can melt even the coldest heart? There's a bit of truth in that,"

the television show played on, weaving its drama

the room, Kristian's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze intensifying as he watched Freya, who sat across

that she was using the

started, his voice a mix of resignation

turned to face him,

deep breath, steeling himself. "I can agree to your terms for the divorce," he a reluctantly. "But before we cut all

ed

Freya responded evenly, her indifference

with Ashley during this period, please have Gerard

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insist on handling things his way, but the thought of his family's deep affection for Freya held him

suggested crisply. Truth be told, she wanted the divorce more than he did and

in dealing with him. "Pick me up

a hint of defeat

Freya grabbed the remote,

up the

chasm between them widened, the once close-knit hearts

Freya's door clicked shut, a wave of loss crashed over Kristian, leaving him with a poignant ache,

a part of

brow deeply, and his hand

fingers looking strikingly

alluring-a sight

door twice

heading to his

Ashley's car accident still loomed large, demanding

a long, soothing shower and then drifted into a light nap, only to be

insistent ringing of her

sleep, she noticed Frederick's name flashing on the caller ID. She massaged

of sleep and answered with a

Freya! Freya!" Frederick's voice came, bubbling with boyish enthusiasm and

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

queried, "What's

his way over to see you," Frederick finally said,

a hint of

brow creased in

Seymour," Frederick hurriedly

Freya pressed, her curiosity

explained,

her frustration building

her mood, prattled on.

be here?" Freya's voice

helplessness.

tonight," Frederick replied, his

curiosity, he dared not probe