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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with their own problems, there's no need for you to stress

sigh and Isaac gave her shoulder a reassuring

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

isaar remained silent, contemplating

in me or not?" Melinda pressed,

promise to our son to keep it to myself,"

a trip, and I heard there are some pretty good-looking guys tagging along..." Melinda teased, her voice light and teasing, a playful twinkle in her

soft yet firm. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes radiating warmth

sleek car glided towards the

Melinda sat snugly in the back seat, enveloped

Freya for the twenty-third time, each

if you have something to say." Freya broke the silence,

medicine or not?" Kristian's voice

a hint of confusion.

there were still facets of her life he

sigh, her gaze drifting to the

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

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

wave of her hand. "I'm good

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, she dismissed it as if it

mere dust.

my assets post-marriage," Freya offered, her voice laced

a lengthy

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split everything

thought of Kristian using her hard-earned

her blood boil.

making,

cutting through

money in a minute."

momentarily dumbstruck. He was utterly oblivious

lit home office, Freya pulled out the divorce papers they

drafted. She meticulously revised the asset division, reflecting their

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

divorce agreement was

papers toward Kristian, her motions calm

your turn to sign," she stated firmly, her eyes locked on his. "We'll file

brushed against the document, pausing over Freya's

himself wondering about her emotions in the moments she signed

the one who insisted they marry, and now he was

it all.

a rare hint of remorse as

of the sofa, fiddled with her phone

"What is it?"

the awkward atmosphere, ventured cautiously, "If

can always turn to me. My grandpa

if our paths as spouses diverge, I still hope we

her phone, her expression unreadable, her voice low

"I once came across a viewpoint online that

leaned in.

into a faint, ironic smile. "A

again."

dwindled into

further,

snapped. He grabbed

with a