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

their social standings.

she'd made the right choice in

Ashley's call had shattered her

voice softened, a familiar warmth weaving

challenge him, her thoughts perhaps wandering to dreams of

maybe it was just

responded instinctively, her tone laden with the weight

The words were simple, but Kristian felt each one acutely, as if the

twisting in his

eyes met Kristian's as she muttered three words,

opening within him as

detached, brought a resurgence of profound

keep at bay.

go back to being strangers," Freya

fate throws us together, let's just pass by like we've

future of the company she was

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

Shaw Groups being titans in their fields, she was adamant that their personal

shouldn't taint potential collaborations.

nodded slowly. "Fine, I'll go along

slightly.

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

unbearably.

inquired softly, yet

Kristian replied, his tone

register

eyes searched hers earnestly. "And keep your wealth under wraps. Don't let anyone

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came from an

the world ever discovered the billions sitting in

into a prime target

what to do," Freya assured

been a whirlwind today, especially with his frustrations regarding

night cloaked their home, his voice carried an unexpected serenity as they delved

conversations.

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

gesture of kindness before

else, I'll head upstairs to sleep," Freya announced, her

slumped shoulders and weary

voice

puzzled frown, she turned

could articulate her confusion, he stepped closer, his

wiped

voice a soft whisper.