She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 395:

At that moment, it felt as if the very foundation of Freya’s world had crumbled, leaving her standing on uncertain ground.

Her hands stiffened at her sides, and the light inside her seemed to fade.

“Mina,” Hugh called out softly.

Freya didn’t respond, but her eyes reddened.

Hugh panicked, leaping to his feet and rushing toward her. “Mina, don’t scare me.”

Freya bit her bottom lip, the pain in her chest unbearable.

To her, having a happy family had always been her greatest source of strength. During her intense training, she had always drawn strength from the thought of her family. When the going got tough, the idea of protecting her family kept her going. When she wanted to quit, the vision of her happy family was the only thing that motivated her.

days later, she had walked in on her father and

had claimed he

had

despite his words, he had kept Cheryl close—and

her that the foundation of her belief, the happy family she had always trusted in, had never been real. Her parents had never loved each other. Her world came

a man like their father—after all, that marriage had been forged

all theater—smiles painted on like

𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸ⅽ𝗈𝗺

does Cheryl mean to you?” Freya asked, her voice gentler than a breeze before a

lowered himself beside her, the silence hanging like fog between

layers of the past—recounting how he came to marry Freya’s mother and the tangled history he shared

finally fell silent, Freya felt as though a boulder had taken residence on her chest, pressing her down with every

still glistening in her eyes. “I’m

“Mina,” Hugh called softly.