She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Walls, Wheels, and Wounds 68

Chapter 68 Slap Kristian

Twice

Freya's words sliced through the tension, sharp and resolute. "I don't accept it,” she declared, her voice laced with a finality that brooked no argument.

Beside her, Liam stood firm, his voice echoing her determination. "Nor do I," he stated, his tone just as unwavering.

Across the room, Ashley's eyes brimmed with tears, her gaze locked on Kristian, pleading silently for his support.

Yet, Kristian's expression remained impassive, a sharp contrast to the indulgence he had previously shown her. Had Trent been at Freya's side today, perhaps Kristian might have harbored some doubt, some willingness to entertain Ashley's lies.

Trent's presence always got under his skin. But today, without Trent, the truth seemed clearer.

Desperate, Ashley's voice trembled as she addressed the room, seeking any foothold in the slipping sands of Kristian's favor. "What will it take for you to accept?" she implored, her eyes scanning their faces for a sign of relenting. "Tell me, and I'll do it."

Freya met her gaze, her eyes steely. "If you truly wish for forgiveness," she began, her voice cold. "Then keep your distance from Kristian. Vanish from his life, and never cross his path again. Do this, and perhaps I might forgive you."

Stunned, Ashley bit her lip, the sharp pain grounding her swirling thoughts. "But..."

Freya wasn't finished. Her challenge hung in the air, heavy and ominous. "Why? Can't you do it?" she scoffed disdainfully. "Or perhaps, if that's too much, prove your sincerity. Slap Kristian-twice. Maybe then, I'll believe your regret."

Under the weight of Freya's words, Ashley clenched her fists beneath the blankets, her nails digging into her palms. A deep-seated hatred for Freya simmered within her, threatening to boil over.

Yet, with a tremble in her voice, she persisted, "Ms. Briggs, I must admit, this mess is my doing. Kristian shouldn't be blamed..."

Freya's response was swift, her tone icy. "I know," she said, eyes glinting with cunning. "And I'm asking you to slap him-not to punish him, but to serve as a sharp reminder that he should be more cautious about the people he surrounds himself with."

Kristian remained a silent, brooding figure in the backdrop.

Liam arched an eyebrow, intrigued by the unfolding drama. 0.0%

Ashley, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, bit her bottom lip, the picture of someone wronged and

sorrowful

her hand struck her face, leaving angry red marks

desperate, theatrical gesture meant to garner Kristian's forgiveness and shift his displeasure

sharp, his eyes narrowing in confusion and

laden with self-reproach, "I acted on impulse, selfishly so. I can't bear to slap you, nor can I bear the thought of leaving your side. All I can offer is my deepest apologies and do whatever it takes

she would have tactfully kept him out of the fray. Nevertheless, she believed Freya was out of her

voice tinged with exasperation. "Let's put an end

Liam chimed in, his tone casual yet cutting, "If someone can make false accusations and then escape with minimal consequences-merely shedding a few tears, admitting their mistake, and staging a self-punishment-are we not setting a

do you want?" Kristian's stare was penetrating, a clear warning flashing in his eyes

was never Liam's strong suit; he always

eye, he insisted, "Why

a

furiously in her chest as she looked up. Could Kristian actually consider

Kristian's voice carried a

bias is showing," Liam noted, throwing a casual arm over his shoulder. "Tell me, if your wife had falsely accused Miss Bradley,

didn't need a moment to ponder; he knew the answer was a

bored with the unfolding drama, decided it no longer warranted her attention. As long as Kristian didn't

her

a ride,"

thanks," Freya

dismissive flick of her hair, she strode past Kristian

yet his feet

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doorway, he turned to Liam, his tone firm. "Keep an eye

Liam offered no reply.

time Kristian caught up to Freya,

out, seizing her arm, his voice

with a serene expression. "What is it?" she demandéd. "I'm sorry about today," Kristian stammered, the cold air biting at him, an uncomfortable shiver running down his spine. "Ashley doesn't normally act like that. She might be dealing with past traumas that led to her outburst today." "Are you apologizing on her behalf? Who are you to her now?"

as they lodged in

waste her breath on him. "Leave me alone, Kristian." Her tone was

rather than seeking the truth, Kristian had

had seen it clearly. Kristian's heart harbored a bias, always tilting in Ashley's favor. "Freya," he began again, desperation edging

just hear me out," pleaded