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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The more he reflected, the more foolish he felt.

time, he contacted no one. He drove straight to

he craved alcohol to numb his anguish. He feared confronting

stared at the still-vibrating door, feeling as though her recently peaceful heart had

Kristian's resolute departure and

just then, she might have succumbed to

the distress in her voice.

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

interaction meticulously, omitting

this took on Freya.

are you echoing his perspective?" Freya

had simply wanted to explain everything comprehensively, avoiding petty disputes over

accusations about actions you haven't committed. You only defend yourself when pushed beyond tolerance.

profound ripples in

rarely

with him," Trent

slip from

continued replaying

minutes, her tumultuous emotions refused

herself up and ventured outside, flagging down a taxi headed

downtown establishment. Upon reaching for payment, she discovered her phone's

wallet

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lights fractured the darkness. Freya claimed

and promptly ordered

alcohol as emotional sanctuary, nor would

chaotic atmosphere simply matched her

as her drinks arrived, an uninvited presence claimed the adjacent seat. "Hey

commanded, her voice

all just here to enjoy ourselves. Let's have a drink together." The man edged closer, simultaneously slipping a substance into her beverage with practiced

had witnessed this

congregated

demeanor paired with innate elegance made her an appealing target. She naturally avoided crowded environments and detested physical proximity

an exposed seating area instead of a secluded booth stemmed purely

quite the