She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 18

Chapter 18 She's Moving

Out

"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?

typed back. "Ashley Bradley is

his wife for his

Gerard hesitated. "Yes."

"Bold move."

no response

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

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

his phone rang. He

almost lazy. "I forgot to

a second before replying, "Aside from investment shares, she gets half of his salary

sports car, and

voice responded, followed by a click as the call

blinked. Were these

the paperwork

period. If they still wanted to proceed after a month, they could return for the

them had a change of heart, they could

that, they left the

Everything had gone smoothly.

debating whether to say something. In

A month

Plenty of

the villa, Gerard

in the driveway.

of hesitation, turned to Freya.

nod before stepping out

wasted no time hurrying over to the movers, negotiating with them

belongings.

a year, her belongings were sparse-just two suitcases and

car, the air thickened. Gerard cleared his throat. "Sir,

tightened. "Why would

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

your place,"

efficient, utterly unshaken. Something sharp twisted

he shoved the car

her.

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

for the wait."

problem," one of them

headed toward the house-only

path.

flat, but his eyes burned into

"Obviously."

"Why now?"

"Why not

for thirty days." He crossed his