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 the crumbli facade

detached from the emotional weight of the moment. She nonchalantly resumed the TV show, where

engaged in a lively discussion about lost

true love' from the past came back into your life, what would you do? Would

of course!" "Choosing past

the group.

tilt of his head.

voice as smooth as silk, "I'm not one to dwell on the past." He leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. "Life is

contemplating his words, before the discussion picked up again.

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

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

show played on, weaving its drama

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

a nagging suspicion that she was using the show's dialogue to subtly taunt

a mix of resignation and

turned to face him, her expression

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

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her

during this period, please have Gerard

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7 An Ex's Tears Can Melt Even

way, but the thought of his family's deep affection for Freya held him back. With a resigned

crisply. Truth be told, she

with him.

a hint of defeat in

their arrangement settled, Freya grabbed the remote, shut

disappeared up the

the once close-knit hearts now

wave of loss crashed over Kristian, leaving him with a

watching a part of himself vanish into

his hand moved to adjust his tie, his

fingers looking strikingly

alluring-a sight to

glanced toward the closed door twice before decisively stepping out of the

heading to

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

Freya indulged in a long, soothing shower and then drifted into a light nap,

the insistent ringing of

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

of sleep and answered

bubbling with boyish

away from her ear, waiting for him to

queried, "What's

over to see you," Frederick finally said,

hint

brow creased in

Seymour," Frederick

Freya pressed,

Kristian Shaw," Frederick explained, his voice hesitant yet tinged with an unmistakable

temples, her frustration building like

oblivious to her mood,

will he be here?" Freya's voice wavered

helplessness.

tonight," Frederick replied,

dared not probe deeper.