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.

found ways to uplift her, ensuring she

their social standings.

had been convinced she'd made

Ashley's call had

a familiar warmth weaving through

didn't challenge him, her thoughts perhaps wandering to dreams of her mother, or lost in

earlier days, or maybe it was just the late hour clouding

her tone laden with the weight of

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

in his

met Kristian's as she

within him as the stark

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

keep at bay.

hope we can go back to

together, let's just pass by like we've never

future of the company she was bound

Briggs Group wasn't just her father's legacy; her mother had

Groups being titans in their fields, she was adamant that

shouldn't taint potential collaborations.

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

furrowed slightly. "What is

new...' The words choked in his throat, the images of her smiling softly in another's embrace, perhaps even starting a

unbearably.

inquired softly, yet

replied, his tone

to register

eyes searched hers earnestly. "And keep your wealth under

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came from

the world ever discovered the billions sitting in her

prime

do," Freya assured him with genuine warmth in her

expression grew somber. His emotions had been a whirlwind today, especially with his frustrations regarding Freya

home, his voice carried an

conversations.

the sight of tears tracing Freya's cheeks that altered his perspective, prompting him to see

his final gesture of kindness before their impending

there's nothing else, I'll head upstairs to sleep," Freya announced, her

her slumped shoulders and

voice halted her

puzzled frown, she turned back towards

her confusion,

tenderly wiped

thumb, his voice a soft whisper.