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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instant. "What? You're

"Ashley Bradley is

ditching his wife for

Gerard hesitated. "Yes."

"Bold move."

no response

had it easy ever since his first

stared at his screen for a second before locking his phone. Why had he even bothered

his phone rang. He stepped

tone was relaxed, almost lazy.

from investment shares,

sports car, and a villa

fair," the voice responded, followed by a

blinked. Were these two

Kristian completed the paperwork and were informed

wanted to proceed after a month, they

of them had a change of

they left

Everything had gone smoothly.

to

A

of room for second

they arrived at the villa, Gerard

stood in the driveway. Even Kristian paused at the

of hesitation, turned to Freya. "Did you

gave a curt nod before stepping

movers, negotiating with them to wait while she

belongings.

a year, her belongings were sparse-just two suitcases and a handful

car, the air thickened. Gerard cleared his throat. "Sir, you're really not going to stop

tightened. "Why would

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

your place," Kristian

his gaze drifted to Freya-composed, efficient, utterly unshaken. Something

feeling, he shoved the

her.

surprised the movers arrived in advance, explained to them, "I'll be done packing

for the wait."

of them replied

the house-only to find

path.

leaving?" His voice was flat, but his eyes burned

"Obviously."

"Why now?"

"Why not

isn't finalized for thirty days." He crossed his