She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Freya's Still In

There

"Quick Hurry and inform our leader!" one of the men shouted urgently.

"Starting today, you'll live in hell!"

After hurling the biting remark, the group hastily departed, obviously eager to rally more support and tend to their wounds.

The crowd, witnessing the confrontation, gradually scattered to resume their own affairs. Only a handful of young women, who had previously taken a stand, remained, their gazes fixed on Freya with evident concern. "Are you alright, miss?"

"It's always wiser to visit places like this with some company."

"That's right."

They surrounded Freya with their soothing presence.

(Freya offered them a reassuring smile, her warmth visibly calming their worries. "I'm fine, really. Thanks for

Pour concern."

"Please, think nothing of it." The young women smiled with warmth, their compassion unmistakable. "If you're up for it, why not join us? We're planning to hang out a little longer before heading out."

"Thank you," Freya responded, her eyes softening with appreciation. "But I think I'll head back home now."

The young women didn't press further, respecting her decision.

As Freya made her way out, they couldn't resist calling after her, treating her like some innocent little girl. "Wait a moment, miss."

Freya paused, looking back. "Yes? What is it?"

"Just remember, if you ever find yourself in a situation like this again, never agree to go with anyone."

Those people didn't seem trustworthy at all. If you had gone with them, it could have turned out terribly." "Never accept a drink that's been out of your sight in a nightclub."

Absorbing their earnest guidance, Freya gazed at them, her eyes softening, as though she viewed them not just as peers but as cherished younger sisters. “I understand," she murmured, her voice laced with genuine appreciation "Thank you"

"You're welcome," they responded, their faces lighting up with gentle, reassuring smiles.

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Chapter 89 Freya's Still In There

With a lingering look, Freya exited the nightclub into the cool evening air.

Her eyes flickered to the large clock mounted above the entrance-it was already eight in the evening.

a daunting two-hour drive from her quiet suburban home. The very idea of the journey

faded, leaving her with a

off, there was always a catch-an old

actions and her interactions with Trent were justified. No wonder he harbored

initially considered hailing a taxi but quickly dismissed the idea in favor of the subway. It was not only cheaper but would slash

time she surfaced at the station near her home, the night had deepened

attention was abruptly captured by the urgent blare of

barreled past, heading toward her neighborhood, while worried whispers floated

one bystander murmured, anxiety threading

It scares the

could a fire just erupt

"Who knows?"

expression tightened, and her steps grew quicker as she made her way

point overlooking her apartment, her worst fears were confirmed. Flames hungrily devoured a house below, lapping at the

appeared to be her

usual calm shattered, she broke into a frantic run toward the

the replaceable items-her laptop, her phone; it was her marriage certificate that lay

faced with the hassle of replacing it. Moreover, with her fragile relationship with Kristian teetering on the edge, the disappearance of their marriage certificate might spark accusations of

already made its entrance, navigating through the residential area.

of concern etched across his face, while Gerard, who

engulfed building, Gerard turned to his boss and remarked, "It looks like

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another word, Kristian pushed the door open and got

to him, making his head feel a bit light and unsteady. Without

in those apartments upstairs? One of the doors stayed shut when we

the door, maybe there's no one

this thick, they should definitely

out his phone with a sense of urgency, thumbing through his contacts to call Freya. Despite

mail.

Gerard ventured

word, Kristian snatched Gerard's

number once more, his brow furrowed

nagging thought gnawed at him-perhaps Freya wa disagreements and

harboring resentment over their

still harboring resentment

the same. After numerous tries, there was still no answer from

heart sank, a sudden wave of

for her safety overshadowed any thoughts about her relationship with Trent. Fueled by concern, he

the call, but there

to worry excessively." Gerard attempted to console him, his

"No, she's inside."

rough, strained as he stared at

check the location of Freya's phone; it was still connected to the Wi-Fi

dreadful realization dawned on