She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 500:

Whether he still loved Freya or regretted the choices that had pulled them apart, if she genuinely didn’t want him around anymore, then he had no right to impose.

Freya stared at his message for what felt like an eternity before finally typing a single “Okay” in response.

Seeing her reply hit him with a surge of feelings he couldn’t quite name.

Sometimes, he even questioned whether she had ever loved him at all. If she had, why had she remained so perfectly composed since the divorce, so untouched by sorrow?

It was as if none of it had ever mattered to her in the first place. Over the following two days, Kristian kept sending flowers. And each time, Freya calmly told her assistant to toss them out.

Ashley had mentioned to that man that Kristian was chasing after Freya again, but she’d left out the part where Freya might still feel something for him. Freya saw no reason to accept the flowers.

Three days slipped by before she even noticed.

The day of the event her grandfather had insisted she attend had finally arrived.

her usual, effortless outfit. Her hair flowed freely down her back, revealing

to begin at four. After wrapping up her work, Freya stepped into the car her grandfather had arranged, complete with a personal driver to ensure she wouldn’t skip

entrance barely registered

filled with music, drinks,

a quick, quiet glance—roughly a dozen guests, men and women

into a seat,

was for Vivien

had barely settled in when Vivien’s overly sweet and slightly shrill voice cut through the room,

you are! I’ve

her, dressed to the nines in

eyes gleaming with something a little too sly.

eyes dropped to the hand wrapped around her

catching sight of the curious stares beginning to gather. Quickly, she shifted

all alone over here, so I thought I’d bring you over. I didn’t mean anything by

think I’ve seen her