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.

"Ashley Bradley

wife for his

Gerard hesitated. "Yes."

"Bold move."

had no

his first heartbreak.

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

the couple, his phone rang. He stepped aside,

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

replying, "Aside from investment shares, she

expensive sports car, and a villa on the

by a click as

Were these

and Kristian completed the paperwork and were informed about the

a month, they

of heart, they could call

that, they left

Everything had gone smoothly.

whether to say

A

Plenty of room

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

stood in the driveway. Even Kristian paused at

rare moment of hesitation, turned to

nod before stepping out of

time hurrying over to the movers, negotiating with them to

belongings.

her belongings were sparse-just two suitcases

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

jaw tightened. "Why

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

your place," Kristian

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

he shoved the car door open and

her.

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

for the wait."

one of

away, she headed toward the house-only to find Kristian standing in

path.

was flat, but

"Obviously."

"Why now?"

blinked. "Why not

crossed his arms, the picture of

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