She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Kristian Didn't Trust Freya

Freya swallowed her emotions and addressed Kristian directly, "If you harbor doubts or mistrust me, please state it plainly."

"Who delivered that letter to Trent? Why him specifically? If someone truly faced kidnapping, wouldn't contacting authorities be the logical solution?" Kristian unleashed his questions as Freya had requested.

"One moment," Freya replied.

Kristian's anger flared. Had she genuinely asked him to wait after everything?

Freya retrieved her phone and contacted Trent, requesting the letter. After ending the call, Trent took a picture of it and transmitted it immediately.

Freya displayed the image to Kristian.

He examined every word meticulously, grudgingly acknowledging that Trent's reputation was well-earned-even his excuses demonstrated flawless execution.

"The letter courier is currently being identified through hotel surveillance footage," Freya clarified.

Kristian tossed her phone onto the table, regarding her with an unfamiliar, icy stare that sent shivers through her. "Let me guess-you'll claim next that the surveillance system malfunctioned?"

"You don't trust me?" Freya challenged.

"In your position, would you trust me?” Kristian rose, his chest constricting with emotion. "This letter was likely crafted by some hired hand, prepared specifically so when I questioned its authenticity, you could offer handwriting verification."

Freya felt her throat tighten. Hadn't her explanation covered everything thoroughly?

The coldness in Kristian's eyes crystallized, creating a palpable distance that Freya sensed acutely. Something fundamental had severed between them.

Tension saturated the air.

"Freya," Kristian uttered her name, his voice devoid of warmth. "I can't fathom how profoundly I misjudged you." With those words, he departed.

The door crashed violently as he exited.

He had contemplated trusting her, but after witnessing her emerge from the hotel with Trent and volunteer explanations unprompted, how could trust remain possible?

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Chapter 87 Kristian Didn't Trust Freya

The more he reflected, the more foolish he felt.

time, he contacted no one. He drove straight

alcohol to numb his anguish. He feared confronting Freya again, feared losing control, feared inflicting

still-vibrating door, feeling as though

with Kristian's resolute departure and his parting

not called just then, she might have succumbed

connected, Trent detected the distress in

with one hand. Trent contemplated briefly before asking, "How exactly did you present your

interaction meticulously, omitting

with him later," Trent assured her, recognizing the emotional toll this took on Freya. "Your approach likely appeared as unprompted confession- creating the impression of

his perspective?"

wanted to explain everything

smiled gently, helping clarify the situation. "Your character typically ignores accusations about actions you haven't committed. You only defend yourself when pushed beyond tolerance. After two years together, he should understand this fundamental aspect

profound

she rarely

I'll handle the conversation with him," Trent reassured her, knowing

soft sound and ended the call, letting the phone slip from her grasp onto the table. She collapsed onto the sofa, her thoughts

gradually, but mysteriously, her mind continued replaying Kristian's cutting words and the cold

ten minutes, her tumultuous emotions

and ventured

for payment, she discovered her phone's

extracting her wallet and settling the fare before striding into a

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fractured the darkness.

and promptly ordered

resorted to alcohol as emotional sanctuary, nor would she permit herself

atmosphere simply

an uninvited presence claimed the adjacent seat. "Hey there! Are

Freya commanded, her voice

to enjoy ourselves. Let's have a drink together." The man edged closer, simultaneously

witnessed this maneuver countless

men congregated around her

even in the subdued illumination. Her composed demeanor paired with innate elegance made her an appealing target. She naturally avoided crowded environments and detested physical proximity to

of a secluded booth stemmed purely from her

the character," one