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

back. "Ashley Bradley

ditching his wife

Gerard hesitated. "Yes."

"Bold move."

had no response

He's had it easy ever since his first heartbreak. Maybe his wife

locking his phone. Why had he even bothered telling him?" Clearly, persuading

Gerard was about to check on the couple, his phone rang. He stepped aside, answering in

tone was relaxed, almost lazy. "I forgot to ask-how's the asset

replying, "Aside from investment shares, she

sports car, and a villa

responded, followed by a click as

Were these

the paperwork and were informed about the

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

them had a change of heart, they could call

they left the

Everything had gone smoothly.

whether to say something. In the end,

A month

of room for

the villa, Gerard realized just how serious

moving truck stood in the driveway. Even Kristian paused at the

turned to Freya. "Did you call the

a curt nod before stepping out of the

wasted no time hurrying over to the movers, negotiating with them to wait while she

belongings.

for over a year, her belongings were sparse-just two suitcases

the car, the air thickened. Gerard cleared his throat. "Sir, you're

tightened. "Why would

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walks out that door," Gerard said carefully, "she's not coming back." Years of

place," Kristian

Freya-composed, efficient, utterly unshaken. Something sharp twisted in his

dissect the feeling, he shoved the car door

her.

advance, explained to them, "I'll be done packing in half an hour,

for the wait."

one of them replied

toward the house-only to

path.

His voice was flat, but

"Obviously."

"Why now?"

blinked. "Why

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