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

resumed the

Loftus, a charming and popular actor, engaged in a

came back into your life, what would

my wife, of course!" "Choosing past love over

the group.

a curious tilt

responded with a voice as 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 past love often blurs the lines between genuine affection

the discussion picked up

remember a friend who

the coldest heart? There's a bit of truth in that," someone else added, sparking laughter

faded, the television show played on,

eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze intensifying as he watched

had a nagging suspicion that she was using the show's

he started, his voice a mix

to face him, her expression

terms for the divorce," he a reluctantly. "But before we cut all ties, I need to look

ed

responded evenly, her indifference clear.

during this

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

told, she wanted the divorce more than

interest in dealing with him. "Pick me

Kristian agreed, a hint

Freya grabbed the remote, shut off the

disappeared up the

widened, the once close-knit hearts now adrift in a sea

door clicked shut, a wave of loss crashed over Kristian,

part of himself vanish into the

his hand moved to

fingers looking strikingly

and alluring-a sight to

twice before decisively stepping

heading to his

accident

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

ringing of her

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

of sleep and answered

voice came, bubbling with boyish enthusiasm and

the phone slightly away from her ear, waiting for him

queried, "What's going

over to see you," Frederick finally said, his

a hint of

brow creased in

Seymour," Frederick

he coming?" Freya pressed, her

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

her temples, her frustration building like a

her mood, prattled on.

be here?" Freya's

helplessness.

Frederick replied, his

he dared not probe deeper. "He's just set