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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"What?

"Ashley

ditching his wife for

Gerard hesitated. "Yes."

"Bold move."

no

ever since his first heartbreak. Maybe his wife humbling him a little will do

a second before locking his phone. Why had he even bothered telling him?" Clearly, persuading Kristian was the last thing his brother

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

brother's tone was relaxed, almost lazy. "I forgot

from investment shares, she

expensive sports car,

responded, followed by

blinked. Were these

Kristian completed the paperwork and

wanted to proceed after a month, they could

of heart, they could

that, they left the

Everything had gone smoothly.

debating whether to say something.

tongue. A month

of

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

in the driveway.

hesitation, turned to Freya. "Did

a curt nod before stepping out of the

hurrying over to the movers, negotiating with them to wait while she

belongings.

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

the air thickened. Gerard cleared his throat.

tightened. "Why

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back." Years of loyalty

your place,"

utterly

he shoved

her.

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

for the wait."

one of them replied

toward the house-only to find Kristian

path.

His voice was flat, but his

"Obviously."

"Why now?"

"Why not

crossed his arms, the picture of detached