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

as her hand struck her face, leaving angry red marks on her

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

you doing?" Kristian's voice was sharp,

voice laden with self-reproach, "I acted on impulse, selfishly so. I can't bear to slap you, nor can I bear the

to Kristian, she would have tactfully kept him out

finally spoke, his voice tinged with

enough," 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

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

never Liam's strong suit;

gleam in his eye, he insisted, "Why not make her

grinned, adding, "Just for half a day,

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

carried

is showing," Liam noted, throwing a casual arm over his shoulder. "Tell me, if your wife had falsely accused Miss Bradley, would you let her off the

jaw set firmly. He didn't need a moment to ponder; he knew the answer

longer warranted her attention. As long as

her expression indifferent. "I'm

a ride,"

Freya

hair, she strode

his feet

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Slap

tone firm. "Keep an eye on

Liam offered no reply.

to Freya, they had already made it outside

seizing her arm,

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

failing him as they

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

slighted, and rather than seeking the truth, Kristian had

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

me alone," she snapped, her patience worn thin. "Please, just hear me out," pleaded Kristian, unaccustomed to the iciness in her