She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 86

Chapter 86 Did You Sleep With Trent

Freya rose from her seat, her resolve clear and her voice tinged with weariness. "Forget it. It's not worth another second of my mind," she declared, determined not to dwell on the matter any longer. "I'm heading back home."

The familiar sting of accusation was all too predictable. Kristian, ever the skeptic, would undoubtedly question her again, layering another false accusation on the pile that had accumulated over their strained encounters. In Kristian's eyes, she was nothing but a liar.

"Let me give you a ride," Trent offered, already pushing himself to his feet.

"No, thanks," Freya replied curtly, her mind already racing with other plans. "You might want to check the hotel's surveillance footage first. See who actually delivered that letter."

Trent paused, considering her advice, then nodded in agreement, choosing not to push it.

Nevertheless, his concern was palpable as he escorted her to the hotel entrance, hailed a cab for her, and kept his gaze fixed on the cab until it vanished from sight.

Back in the sanctuary of his room, Trent dialed a number on his phone. At that instant, the amiable facade he often wore around Freya slipped away, revealing a glint of danger in his eyes as he commanded a detailed investigation.

While he could stomach being manipulated to an extent, the repeated threats to Freya crossed a line he would not allow

Meanwhile, oblivious to Trent's guarded efforts, Freya reclined in the back seat of the car, her eyes closed in a moment of reprieve.

Outside, in the hotel parking lot, a strikingly handsome man surveyed the scene from the driver's seat of a Rolls-Royce. His exceptional features were illuminated by the dashboard lights as he watched Freya exit the hotel and slip into a car.

The air inside the Rolls-Royce was charged with tension.

Felipe, seated next to the driver, wore a complex expression as he turned to Kristian, offering a consolatory pat on the shoulder. "Come on, it's not the end of the world. Farrah's expecting another man's child, and you don't hear me complaining, do you?"

"Get out," Kristian replied, his voice a frosty whisper.

The coldness in his voice sent shivers down Felipe's spine.

He blinked, startled, half-convinced he'd misheard.

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he opened his mouth to clarify, Kristian cut him off, his voice even

his voice laced with anxiety as he tried to

out!" Kristian snapped, his gaze piercing, leaving no room for argument.

He'd convinced himself they were just misunderstandings; after all, he'd been

to give her the

the sight of Freya, radiant and laughing, casually strolling alongside

opened the door, feeling the weight of Kristian's anger.

a wave

Felipe out of the way, Kristian sped toward Freya's place, catching up to her cab

out of the cab and made her

noticed Kristian waiting for her, his

the fallout from the incident at

she used her fingerprint to unlock the door and entered. This time, she left the

your day?" Kristian queried, his voice cool as he scrutinized her

couldn't help but feel a grudging admiration. Even after the exposure of her affair, she confronted him with such serene confidence. She could have easily been a spy with that

the house,

go?" Kristian pressed, shutting the door with

to a whisper as she sank into the

could she state that with such conviction, as if it was the most

you knew I was with Trent,

conversation, seized the moment to clarify her actions. "I only

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incriminating message and held

He scrutinized the phone screen, his eyes narrowing slightly

flicker of suspicion crossed his features. Was Mina a

of frustration and relief, "It was only when I arrived that I realized it was a setup. I was attacked, but

eyes met Kristian's, earnest and determined. "I can find people to vouch for me, if

before adding, "As for Trent, he was lured there under a different pretense. Someone knocked on his door, handed a note

his gaze, locking eyes with her

she thought he

was gullible enough to accept such a pathetic