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?"

living room was charged with tension, a silent witness to the crumbli facade

from the emotional weight of the moment. She nonchalantly resumed the TV

popular actor, engaged in a lively

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

beat, one of them answered, "I'd stay with my wife, of course!" "Choosing past love over

the group.

curious 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 a journey forward. Clinging to an idealized version

his words, before the discussion picked up again. "That's

a wry smile playing on his lips, "I remember a friend who ditched his current girlfriend for his

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

faded, the television show played on, weaving its

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

suspicion that she was using the show's dialogue to

he started, his voice a mix of resignation

him, her expression

he a reluctantly. "But before we cut all ties, I need

ed

her indifference clear.

this

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thought of his family's deep affection for Freya held him back. With a resigned sigh, he

Freya suggested crisply. Truth be told, she wanted the divorce more

in dealing with him. "Pick me up at

hint

Freya grabbed the remote,

up the

between them widened, the once close-knit hearts now adrift

wave of loss crashed over

a part of himself vanish into

and his hand moved to adjust his

fingers looking strikingly

alluring-a sight to

twice before decisively

heading to

surrounding Ashley's car accident still loomed

indulged in a long, soothing shower and then drifted into

ringing of her

flashing on the caller ID. She massaged

and

came, bubbling with boyish enthusiasm and a tinge

away from her ear, waiting for him

she queried, "What's

his way over to see you," Frederick finally

a hint of

creased

Seymour," Frederick hurriedly

is he coming?" Freya pressed, her

Shaw," Frederick explained, his voice hesitant yet tinged with an unmistakable curiosity. "Did you really secretly marry

massaged her temples, her frustration building like

her mood, prattled

will he be here?" Freya's voice wavered slightly, revealing her

helplessness.

eleven tonight," Frederick replied, his tone

not probe deeper. "He's just set off for the