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.

ensuring she never felt overshadowed by the

their social standings.

convinced she'd made the right choice

had shattered her happy

softened, a familiar warmth weaving through his

wandering to dreams of her mother, or

or maybe it was just

instinctively, her tone laden with

felt each one acutely, as if the very sight of

twisting in

as she muttered three words, "I accept

void opening within

clinical and detached, brought a resurgence of profound loss that he thought

keep at bay.

we can go back to

throws us together, let's just pass

she spoke, her mind wandered to the future of the

her father's legacy; her mother had poured her soul into it

in their fields, she

shouldn't taint potential collaborations.

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

furrowed slightly. "What is

"If you find someone new...' The words choked in his throat, the images of her smiling softly

unbearably.

inquired softly, yet

someone else," Kristian replied, his

register your

earnestly. "And keep your wealth under wraps. Don't

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Freya came

ever discovered the billions sitting in her bank

a prime target for schemes and

know what to do," Freya assured him with

been a whirlwind today, especially with his

his voice carried an unexpected serenity

conversations.

that altered his perspective,

final gesture of

I'll head upstairs

her slumped

voice halted her

a puzzled frown, she turned

her confusion, he stepped closer, his actions

tenderly wiped away

his voice a soft whisper.