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

crack of her own slap echoed as her hand

meant to garner Kristian's forgiveness and shift his displeasure

you doing?" Kristian's voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing in confusion and

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 to earn Ms.

Kristian, she would have tactfully kept him out of the fray. Nevertheless, she believed

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

stare was penetrating, a clear warning flashing in his eyes as

strong suit; he always

his eye, he insisted, "Why not make her kneel down for a while

half a day,

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

Kristian's voice carried a

"Tell me,

a moment to ponder; he knew the answer was a resounding

the unfolding drama, decided it no longer warranted her attention. As long as

to Liam, her

a ride," Liam offered

Freya

hair, she strode

swirling chaos, yet his

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68 Slap

tone firm. "Keep an eye on Ashley. I won't be

Liam offered no reply.

up to Freya, they

her arm, his voice

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

him as

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

than seeking the truth, Kristian had

now, instead of holding Ashley accountable, here he was, offering excuses for her. Liam had seen it clearly. Kristian's heart harbored a bias, always tilting in Ashley's favor. "Freya," he

"Please, just hear me out," pleaded Kristian, unaccustomed to the