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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instant. "What? You're

typed back. "Ashley

wife for

Gerard hesitated. "Yes."

"Bold move."

no

He's had it easy ever since his first

for a second before locking his phone. Why had he even bothered telling him?"

check on the couple, his phone rang. He stepped aside, answering

tone was relaxed, almost lazy. "I forgot

for a second before replying, "Aside from investment shares, she gets

most expensive sports car, and a villa

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

these two really

paperwork and were informed about the

period. If they still wanted to proceed after a

a change of heart,

they left

Everything had gone smoothly.

debating whether to say something. In

tongue. A month

time. Plenty of room

villa, Gerard realized just

in the driveway. Even Kristian paused at the

boss's rare moment of hesitation, turned to Freya.

nod

the movers, negotiating with them to wait while she

belongings.

her belongings were sparse-just two suitcases and a handful

his throat. "Sir, you're really not going to stop

tightened.

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carefully, "she's not coming back." Years of loyalty compelled

place," Kristian

Freya-composed, efficient, utterly unshaken.

feeling, he shoved the

her.

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

for the wait."

problem," one of

the house-only to find

path.

His voice was flat, but his eyes burned

"Obviously."

"Why now?"

"Why not

thirty days." He crossed his arms, the picture of