She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 477:

Divorce hadn’t even crossed Felipe’s mind. Freya’s words caught him off guard. “She wants to see me?”

“She just needs time—to think, to breathe,” Freya replied, choosing not to spell it out.

That alone made Felipe pause. He assumed, perhaps rightly, that his behavior had been too much of a shock. Maybe she just wasn’t ready yet.

That thought gave him the smallest piece of relief.

If she still wanted to see him eventually, then he could wait.

“Take care of her for now,” Felipe said, his eyes locking onto Freya. “If you need anything, tell me.”

“No need,” Freya replied flatly, brushing past him without another glance.

she were being honest, her only request would have been for him to stay

only trigger another round of arguments. One Kristian was more than enough—she didn’t need a second

walk away. Once her figure disappeared down the corridor, he pulled out his phone, scrolling

failed to deliver. She had

how things had spiraled this far. It hadn’t

way to the second-floor restroom in the hotel. As she stood there, she made a quiet decision: unless absolutely necessary,

to personal ties, that

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that in mind, Freya exhaled slowly, the air catching in her chest like it had been stuck there all night. She moved to the sink, tried a few of the automatic faucets—all broken. She

the moment she touched it, a violent burst of water came flying out, soaking

would’ve been

went to find hotel staff and report the

staff member said, apologizing sincerely before

clothes, they brought her something fresh to change into and even asked if she needed help drying