She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Eager To Take My Place

Trent wanted to agree-but the words stuck in his throat.

Freya didn't want him tangled in her divorce, yet as her friend, he couldn't stand by while she faced unfair

treatment.

Besides, her father had entrusted him with a task: ensure Kristian knew Freya wasn't standing alone.

For the first time, Freya misread Trent's gaze, suspecting some unspoken alliance with Felipe. "I'm okay with

that."

"Alright," Trent agreed, letting the moment pass without explanation.

Felipe's eyes sparkled with amusement. After a few exchanged words, he strode away.

The door clicked shut. Freya turned to Trent, her voice steady. "Just act like you normally would. Don't adjust

for me."

"Okay." Trent left it at that. When he faced Kristian later, polite restraint wouldn't be necessary.

Felipe returned in high spirits. Leaning against the private room doorway, he smirked at Kristian. "They refused

to share a table-didn't want us ruining their cozy lunch."

Kristian's gaze darkened. His hand froze mid-reach in his pocket.

"But they agreed to meet later," Felipe added. "You should've seen Trent-obedient

as a devoted boyfriend. Anyone would assume they're together."

"Get your eyes checked." Kristian's retort was ice. "While you're at it, hire a tutor for that pathetic vocabulary

of yours."

Felipe blinked, lost. He elbowed Zander. "What does he mean by that?"

"He just hates your commentary," Zander replied, his smile gentle, almost apologetic.

Felipe gritted his teeth. Kristian always knew where to jab. This wasn't over. Thirty minutes later.

Felipe sent Kristian and Zander ahead to the upstairs club, playing escort for Freya and Trent himself. The club —a dimly lit haven of drinks and murmured conversations-was the restaurant's post-dinner indulgence.

And the restaurant? Wholly Felipe's.

"Meet my friends: Kristian Shaw and Zander Loftus." Felipe's grin widened as Kristian's stare locked or sya.

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exchanged,

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married man. Staring at Mr. Seymour's 'friend'

mention is my wife." Kristian's tone was razor-sharp. "I wonder if Mr. Seymour

air turned to glass-fragile,

Trent were more than friends, this was

friend was married." Trent settled onto the sofa, adjusting

"But to you?

sugary tone sent a shudder down her spine.

as if saying, "I've

stifled a

it too-that

Trent and Freya were this

stood, offering his seat with exaggerated courtesy, "My

you earlier. This is your rightful place-please,

"No need."

"No need."

and Freya spoke in unison,

you two?" Felipe pressed, theatrically wide-eyed. "Did you have

could've

not to

talk with them." Freya had no interest in sparring with Kristian further. She

the restroom."

Trent agreed, his tone dripping

retinas. Their effortless intimacy

you and Kristian's wife meet, Mr.

Trent hesitated.

say childhood friends, family ties-but Freya's warning echoed in his mind.

her identity.

pause stretched a

instantly. Whatever their first meeting was,

been... compromising

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