She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 She's Moving

Out

"Drive," Kristian ordered, his tone steady but carrying an authority that left no room for argument.

Gerard turned the ignition and guided the car out of the villa's driveway, his grip tightening slightly on the wheel.

Something in his gut warned him that if this divorce went through, Kristian would live to regret it.

More than that, he couldn't shake the suspicion that Freya wasn't just some ordinary woman. If she were, digging up details about her education or workplace would've been effortless.

Yet last night, his searches had come up empty.

That was unbelievable.

"Mrs. Shaw," Gerard ventured, eyes fixed on the road, "are you sure you won't reconsider? My boss is quite the

catch-handsome, wealthy. Walking away might be a decision you'll regret."

Even with Kristian's temper looming over him, Gerard had never shied away from speaking his mind-first

about the marriage, now about the divorce.

Freya's gaze flicked to the back of his head. "No amount of charm or money changes the fact that he's a jerk."

A beat of silence settled in the car. Even Kristian had no retort.

Gerard tried again, shifting tactics, "Sir, what about you? Any second thoughts?"

Kristian's glare could've sliced steel.

Undeterred, Gerard pressed on, “Miss Bradley is your past, but your wife is your present. Trading the present for the past isn't just reckless-it's stupid."

"Just focus on the road." Kristian's tone left no room for debate.

Gerard exhaled but couldn't resist one last jab. "Fine. Then don't expect me to help you win her back later."

The temperature in the car plummeted.

Kristian mused darkly, thinking that perhaps giving Gerard too light a workload had made him forget his place."

The courthouse loomed ahead as they pulled in at 8:50.

Gerard had handled the arrangements, ushering the couple inside to file the paperwork.

Watching them fill out the forms, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and fired off a message to Kristian's brother. "Sir, your brother and his wife are divorcing."

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"What? You're joking. He

back. "Ashley

his wife

Gerard hesitated. "Yes."

"Bold move."

had no response

continued, "Let them divorce. He's had it easy ever since his first heartbreak. Maybe his wife humbling him a little will do him

even bothered telling him?" Clearly, persuading Kristian was the last thing his brother planned

the couple, his phone rang.

relaxed, almost lazy.

"Aside from

car, and a villa

fair," the voice responded, followed by a click as the call

these two

and Kristian completed the paperwork and were

wanted to proceed after a month, they could return for the final divorce. But

of heart, they could

that, they

Everything had gone smoothly.

back, debating whether to say something.

A month was

time. Plenty of room for second

the moment they arrived at the villa, Gerard realized just how serious Freya

stood in the driveway. Even Kristian paused at the

moment of hesitation, turned to Freya. "Did

nod

movers, negotiating with them

belongings.

belongings were sparse-just two suitcases and a handful of

Gerard cleared his throat. "Sir, you're really not going

jaw tightened. "Why

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carefully, "she's not coming back." Years of loyalty compelled him to speak plainly,

your place," Kristian

utterly unshaken. Something sharp twisted in

dissect the feeling, he shoved

her.

to them,

for the wait."

one of them replied

away, she headed toward the house-only to find Kristian standing

path.

leaving?" His voice was flat, but his eyes

"Obviously."

"Why now?"

"Why not

thirty days." He crossed his arms, the picture