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.

uplift her, ensuring she never felt

their social standings.

had been convinced she'd made the right choice in

call had shattered her happy

voice softened, a familiar warmth weaving through

thoughts perhaps wandering to dreams

or maybe it was

with the

Kristian felt each one acutely, as if the very sight of her tears was

in his

met Kristian's as she muttered three words, "I

sank, a void opening within him as the

brought a resurgence of profound loss that he

keep at bay.

the divorce is final, I hope we can go back to being strangers," Freya went on, her gaze

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

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

wasn't just her father's legacy; her mother

titans in their fields, she was adamant that their personal

shouldn't taint potential collaborations.

as he nodded slowly. "Fine, I'll go

brow furrowed slightly. "What is

his throat,

unbearably.

inquired softly,

Kristian replied, his tone laced with concern,

to register your before

under wraps. Don't let anyone know

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came from

the world ever discovered the billions

a prime target for

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

a whirlwind today,

as night cloaked their home, his voice carried

conversations.

tears tracing Freya's cheeks that altered his perspective,

of kindness before

there's nothing else, I'll head upstairs to

in her slumped

voice

she turned back towards

she could articulate her confusion, he stepped closer, his

tenderly wiped

his thumb, his voice a soft