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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problems, there's no need for you to stress over it," Isaac murmured

and Isaac gave her shoulder

queried, her gaze fixed on his still ruggedly handsome

isaar remained silent, contemplating

you going to confide in me or not?" Melinda pressed, her

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

good-looking guys tagging along..." Melinda

replied, his voice soft yet firm. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes radiating warmth and affection. "We can talk properly

towards the opulent Regalia

in the back seat, enveloped in the

Freya for the twenty-third time, each fleeting

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

me-did you study medicine or not?" Kristian's voice

a hint of confusion.

dawned on him that there were still facets of her

leaning back in her seat with a sigh, her gaze drifting to the passing scenery. "I just read some

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

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

calmly, dismissing the offer with a wave of her hand. "I'm good with how things

studied her intently, his eyes narrowing slightly. Wasn't she kind of contradicting herself? One moment, she seemed to

mere dust.

post-marriage," Freya offered,

after a

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split everything half and

thought of Kristian using her hard-earned wealth to support

her blood boil.

given the significant concessions he was making, she felt compelled to reciprocate

his voice cutting through the tension. I can make that amount

money in a minute."

Freya momentarily dumbstruck. He was utterly oblivious to her

home office, Freya pulled out

drafted. She meticulously revised the asset division, reflecting their

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

was resting on the

papers toward Kristian, her motions calm and

stated firmly, her eyes locked

fingers brushed against the document, pausing over Freya's

found himself wondering about her emotions in the moments

they marry, and now he was the one

it all.

with a rare hint of

edge of the sofa, fiddled with her phone as

"What is it?"

to soften the awkward atmosphere, ventured cautiously, "If you ever find yourself

can always turn to me. My grandpa

Even if our paths as

looked up from her phone, her expression unreadable, her voice low

"I once came across a viewpoint online that

Kristian leaned in. "What is

a faint, ironic smile. "A good ex is

again."

response dwindled into

further,

grabbed the divorce papers and

name with