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 own slap echoed as her hand struck

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

are you doing?" Kristian's voice was sharp,

slap you, nor can I bear the thought of leaving your side. All I

were keenly aware of Liam's significance to Kristian, she would have tactfully kept him out of the fray. Nevertheless, she believed Freya was out of

Kristian finally spoke, his voice tinged with exasperation.

casual yet cutting, "If someone can make false accusations and then escape with minimal consequences-merely shedding a few tears,

clear warning flashing in his eyes as he faced

never Liam's strong suit;

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

a day,

chest as she looked up. Could Kristian actually

carried a

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

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

no longer warranted her attention.

her

a ride,"

Freya

strode past Kristian and Ashley, treating them

swirling chaos, yet his feet moved of their

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his tone firm. "Keep an eye on Ashley. I

Liam offered no reply.

up to Freya, they had

her arm, his voice a tense

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?"

him as

"Leave me

the truth, Kristian had

seen it clearly. Kristian's heart harbored a bias, always

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