She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Are You Really Going Through With The...

Kristian, dressed in pajamas that mirrored Freya's in both hue and style, stood before her with his collar nonchalantly unbuttoned and his hair charmingly tousled. This casual disarray lent him a rugged allure, softening the usual severity that cloaked his features and injecting a spontaneous charm into his presence.

Lost in the nostalgia of the scene, Freya felt a wave of emotions transporting her back to the blissful dawn of their marriage.

Catching her gaze drifting, Kristian's eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed the shimmer of tears that clung delicately to her lashes.

The sight caused a tightness in his throat. "Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of concern and confusion.

"I'm not crying!" Freya countered. Despite her attempt to sound strong, her disheveled appearance from being roused from sleep betrayed her true feelings.

Sensing her distress, perhaps about their impending divorce, Kristian suggested, "Now that we're both awake, why don't we talk?"

"No," she replied curtly, her voice firm.

All she wanted was a sip of water before crashing back into bed; exhaustion weighed her down. "I'm heading upstairs to get some more sleep."

As she turned to leave, Kristian reached out swiftly, capturing her hand in his. He gently relieved her of the glass and guided her towards the dining table.

With a puzzled frown, Freya sat down as he placed the glass before her, his elegant fingers lingering momentarily on the tabletop. His deep, resonant voice broke the silence again. "Why are you up?"

Freya took a deliberate sip of water, her eyes avoiding his probing gaze, leaving his question hanging in the air,

unanswered.

"Does this have something to do with the divorce tomorrow?" Kristian pressed on.

Freya paused mid-sip, a furrow of confusion knitting her brows as she tried to grasp his sudden question.

"When I asked you to marry me, it was real-I wanted to build a life with you," Kristian admitted, breaking the

silence that had stretched between them.

His gaze, usually distant and unattached upon waking, was now intense and focused solely on her. "I honestly wanted forever with you. I just never anticipated that Ashley had her own hidden motives for leaving."

Setting down her now-empty glass with a soft clink, Freya's voice carried a note of cool detachment. "Yes, I

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know."

Before Ashley's unsettling phone call, Kristian had been nothing short of considerate. He had honored Freya's desire to avoid a lavish wedding and the scrutiny of a public announcement, seamlessly handling the intricacies

of their quiet union.

had always found ways to uplift her, ensuring

their social standings.

been convinced she'd made

Ashley's call had

familiar warmth weaving through his

challenge him, her thoughts perhaps wandering to dreams of her mother, or lost in

it was just

her tone laden with the weight of unspoken thoughts,

simple, but Kristian felt each one acutely, as if the very sight of her

twisting in his

eyes met Kristian's as she

heart sank, a void opening within him as the stark reality

detached, brought a resurgence of profound

keep at bay.

final, I hope we can go back to

us together, let's just pass

she spoke, her mind wandered to the future of the company she was

legacy; her mother

titans in their fields, she was adamant that

shouldn't taint potential collaborations.

through them as he nodded slowly. "Fine, I'll go along with that," he

brow furrowed slightly.

hesitated, his heart heavy at the mere thought. "If you find someone new...' The words choked in his throat, the images of her smiling softly in another's embrace, perhaps even starting a family, weighed

unbearably.

inquired softly, yet

find someone else," Kristian replied, his

to register

under wraps. Don't let

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came from an ordinary

world ever discovered the billions sitting in her bank

turn into a prime

worry, I know what to do," Freya assured him with

a whirlwind today, especially with his frustrations

voice carried an

conversations.

tears tracing Freya's cheeks that altered his perspective, prompting him to see this

perhaps his final gesture of

there's nothing else, I'll head upstairs

slumped shoulders

voice halted her

frown, she turned back towards

articulate her confusion,

wiped away

his thumb, his voice a soft whisper.