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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for you to

weary sigh and Isaac

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

isaar remained silent, contemplating

me or not?" Melinda pressed, her voice tinged with

a promise to our son to keep it to myself," Isaac responded, his voice laced

asked me to join a trip, and I heard there are some pretty good-looking guys tagging along..."

the room?" Isaac replied, his voice soft yet firm. He gave her

car glided towards the opulent

and Melinda sat snugly in the back seat, enveloped

stole a glance at Freya for the twenty-third time, each fleeting look laden

Freya broke the silence, her patience thinning under the weight of his

or

a hint of confusion.

were still facets of her life he had yet

Freya responded curtly, leaning back in her seat with a sigh, her gaze drifting to the passing scenery.

his features. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something

we're back, we'll go over the divorce papers again-just like my mom suggested," Kristian declared, his tone grateful yet firm. He appreciated that Freya had accompanied his family despite the circumstances. "Let's make the split fair. What's

for that," Freya countered calmly, dismissing the offer with a wave of her

narrowing slightly. Wasn't she kind of contradicting herself? One moment, she seemed to cling to money as if it were her lifeline, and the next,

mere dust.

my assets post-marriage," Freya

after a

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everything

using her

her blood boil.

he was making, she felt compelled to reciprocate in some

Kristian replied sharply, his voice cutting through the tension. I can make

money in a minute."

dumbstruck. He

back at her quiet, dimly lit home office, Freya pulled

meticulously revised the asset division,

he didn't want her money, and she wasn't

eleven, the revised divorce agreement was resting on the table. Freya

papers toward Kristian, her motions calm

she stated firmly, her eyes locked on his. "We'll file for

the pen, his fingers brushed against

himself wondering about her emotions in the moments she signed

insisted they marry, and now he was

it all.

a rare hint of

perched anxiously on the edge of the sofa, fiddled with her phone as she awaited a message from

"What is it?"

ventured cautiously,

always turn to me. My

Even if our paths as spouses diverge, I still hope we can remain

up from her phone, her

online

in.

faint, ironic smile. "A good ex is one

again."

dwindled

emphasized further, "Particularly

He grabbed

with a