She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 367:

“If that’s the case, then quit wrecking my life.” Freya still held onto the hope that things could be settled without chaos. She had no desire to lock horns with Kristian. In most situations, she leaned toward reasoned choices. But Kristian, if left unchecked, had a habit of acting purely on instinct, which always ended in a clash.

“Why don’t you want to marry me again?” Kristian stared at her, his presence intense and overbearing. “If it’s because of Ashley, then I’m sorry.”

Freya was momentarily at a loss for words. She raised her eyes slightly. “Because we’re not cut from the same cloth.”

The world she was raised in held one value above all—an unshakable trust among close friends, where reliance wasn’t questioned. Whether it was her, Trent, Frederick, or any of the others in their circle, they were like Kristian in some ways, cautious about trusting people. But once they called someone a friend, that trust became absolute. They knew each other, believed in each other, and leaned on one another without doubt.

“What about Trent?” Kristian let the name slip with a biting coldness.

Freya didn’t respond. But her silence said enough—Trent meant something to her. The tension thickened instantly. The air in the living room turned colder, as though a frost had settled in. Freya had no desire to speak to Kristian, and Kristian was too enraged to speak to her.

“You’ve got three months to think it over.” He finally broke the silence, unwilling to let the deadlock drag on. “If your answer hasn’t changed by then, I’ll find a way to make you remarry me.”

strong-arm me?” Freya’s brow furrowed faintly. She

of warmth. “You’re

Freya met his aggression with calm resolve. If Kristian pushed her too far, she’d return to that organization. She’d

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the spacious room, and his gaze had lost all trace of restraint. Each word he

his room, leaving Freya

calling Kristian’s family, hoping they could talk some sense into him. But after

message to Liam. Someone closer in age might be able to get through to

while playing chess at home with Lionel. He stared at his

keep telling you, none of you play like Freya does,” Lionel grumbled, his beard twitching with irritation. “When she plays chess with me, she

a message from Freya,”

the family knew Lionel adored