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

"Ashley Bradley

wife for his

Gerard hesitated. "Yes."

"Bold move."

had no response to

since his first heartbreak. Maybe his wife humbling him a

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

couple, his

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

before replying, "Aside from investment shares, she gets half of

expensive sports car, and a

by a click as the

these

the paperwork and were

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

a change of heart, they could

that, they

Everything had gone smoothly.

drove them back, debating whether to say

A

Plenty of room for

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

the driveway. Even Kristian

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

a curt nod before stepping

over to the movers, negotiating with them

belongings.

belongings were sparse-just two suitcases and a

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

jaw 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 Kristian's

place,"

gaze drifted to Freya-composed, efficient, utterly

he could dissect the feeling, he

her.

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

for the wait."

problem," one of

the house-only to find Kristian

path.

His voice was flat, but his

"Obviously."

"Why now?"

blinked. "Why not

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