She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 She's Moving

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"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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reply was instant. "What? You're joking.

typed back. "Ashley Bradley is

ditching his wife for his

Gerard hesitated. "Yes."

"Bold move."

had no response to

had it easy ever since his first heartbreak. Maybe his wife humbling him

even bothered telling him?" Clearly, persuading Kristian was

the couple, his phone rang.

tone was relaxed, almost lazy. "I forgot to

from investment shares, she gets half of

most expensive sports car, and a

voice responded, followed by a

these

paperwork and were

after a month, they

of them had a change of

that, they

Everything had gone smoothly.

back, debating whether to

tongue. A month was

Plenty of room

at the villa, Gerard

the driveway. Even Kristian paused at the

his boss's rare moment of hesitation, turned to Freya. "Did you call

nod before stepping out of

hurrying over to the movers, negotiating with them to wait

belongings.

belongings were sparse-just two

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

tightened.

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door," Gerard said carefully, "she's not coming back." Years of loyalty compelled him to speak plainly, even if it risked

place," Kristian

to Freya-composed, efficient, utterly unshaken. Something sharp twisted

the feeling, he shoved the car door open

her.

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

for the wait."

problem," one of them replied

toward the house-only to find Kristian standing

path.

flat, but his

"Obviously."

"Why now?"

blinked. "Why

days." He crossed his arms,