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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was instant. "What? You're

"Ashley Bradley is

wife

Gerard hesitated. "Yes."

"Bold move."

had no response to

continued, "Let them divorce. He's had it easy ever since his first heartbreak. Maybe his wife humbling him a little will do him some

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 brother planned

as Gerard was about to check on the couple, his phone rang. He stepped

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

thought for a second before replying, "Aside from

expensive sports car, and a villa

the voice responded, followed by

blinked. Were these two

and Kristian completed the paperwork and were

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

had a change of heart, they could

they

Everything had gone smoothly.

whether to

tongue. A month was

time. Plenty of

villa, Gerard realized just how serious Freya

driveway. Even Kristian paused

boss's rare moment of hesitation, turned

curt nod before

to the movers, negotiating with them to wait

belongings.

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

the air thickened. Gerard cleared his throat. "Sir, you're really not

tightened. "Why would

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once she walks out that door," Gerard said carefully, "she's not coming back." Years of loyalty compelled him

place," Kristian

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

dissect the feeling, he shoved the car

her.

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

for the wait."

problem," one of them

house-only to

path.

leaving?" His voice was flat,

"Obviously."

"Why now?"

"Why

crossed his arms, the picture of detached