She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 A Good Ex Is

One You Never Hear Fro...

"Kristian, I need you to come with me. Now," Lionel insisted, pushing himself up with the support of his cane.

Kristian shared a quick, uncertain look with Freya before he trailed behind his grandfather, stepping into the dimly lit study next door for a private conversation.

Meanwhile, Melinda struck up a light-hearted chat with Freya. She mentioned that if Freya ever chose to give her marriage with Kristian another shot, the Shaw family would welcome her back with open arms.

In this home, a gentle warmth surrounded Freya, stirring memories of the comforting days before her mother's

passing.

When Kristian reemerged thirty minutes later, his facade was calm, almost unreadable, but Lionel's expression

was stormy, a clear sign of discontent for anyone paying attention.

Suddenly, Lionel's temper flared. "Enough of this, you're just irritating me now," he snapped harshly. "Look

after Freya well this next month. If she's upset in any way, I swear, I'll transfer all your inheritance to her!"

Kristian responded calmly, "Understood."

As they were about to leave, Melinda's voice halted them. "Wait."

Kristian and Freya paused and turned around, the moonlight casting a soft glow around them, creating a

momentary illusion of closeness.

"Have you sorted out how the assets will be divided after the divorce?" Melinda inquired, her concern palpable, worrying Freya might end up with less than she deserved.

"Don't worry, Freya will be treated with fairness," Kristian assured smoothly, deliberately vague to avoid any

implications of greed. "She'll receive a house, a car, and a suitable financial settlement."

"And on top of that, make sure you hand over some of your stocks and bonds to her," Melinda remarked, her

tone serious and unwavering.

Kristian was left dumbfounded. Was he truly their flesh and blood?

Lionel nodded firmly, his gaze sharp. "Your mom's absolutely right."

Isaac chimed in, his expression unreadable, “Kristian, do as your mother says and don't give her more to worry

about."

"Got it," Kristian replied, barely masking his irritation as he and Freya slid into the

car.

With their divorce no longer a secret, they made no effort to feign affection.

As the car pulled away, Melinda's and Lionel's faces were etched with concern until the vehicle's taillights

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no need for you

Isaac gave her shoulder

you meant earlier, about Freya being a stand-in for someone else?" Melinda queried, her gaze fixed on his still ruggedly handsome

isaar remained silent, contemplating

confide in me or not?" Melinda pressed, her voice tinged

a promise to our son to keep it

are some pretty good-looking guys tagging along..." Melinda teased, her voice light and teasing, a playful

back to the room?" Isaac replied, his voice soft yet firm. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes

towards the opulent

snugly in the back seat, enveloped in the car's

glance at Freya for the twenty-third

something to say." Freya broke the silence, her patience thinning

on, just tell me-did you study medicine or not?" Kristian's voice

a hint of confusion.

there were still facets of her life he had yet to

leaning back in her seat with a sigh, her gaze drifting to

slightly, a shadow of doubt crossing his features. He couldn't shake the feeling that

the divorce papers again-just like my mom suggested," Kristian declared, his tone grateful yet firm. He appreciated that Freya

dismissing the offer with a wave of her hand. "I'm

kind of contradicting herself? One moment, she seemed to cling to

mere dust.

my assets post-marriage," Freya offered,

after a

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everything

Kristian using her

her blood boil.

he was making, she felt

Kristian replied sharply, his voice cutting through

money in a minute."

left Freya momentarily dumbstruck. He was utterly oblivious to

dimly lit home office, Freya pulled out the divorce papers they

drafted. She meticulously revised the asset division,

made it clear he didn't want her money, and she wasn't about to shove it down

revised divorce agreement was

toward Kristian, her motions calm and

stated firmly, her eyes locked on his.

the pen, his fingers brushed against the document, pausing

about her emotions in the moments she signed their

who insisted they marry, and

it all.

rare hint of remorse as

fiddled

"What is it?"

ventured

always turn to me. My grandpa

paths as spouses diverge,

looked up from her phone, her expression unreadable,

online that

Kristian leaned in.

"A good ex is one you never

again."

dwindled into

further, "Particularly an

grabbed the divorce

name with a