She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 625:

If not for sheer willpower, tears might have welled in his eyes and blurred the world again.

“Happy birthday,” Freya said, her voice soft, layered with complicated feelings. His expression clearly took her by surprise.

Her words sent a flicker of warmth through the chill in his chest. He looked at her intently, as though he was trying to memorize every detail of her face.

After a long, weighted pause, he murmured, his voice rough and low, “Thank you.”

Their eyes stayed locked, the world around them momentarily dissolving into silence.

Eventually, Kristian stepped out of the car.

The soft thud of the door closing felt like the end of something. Like a curtain falling. Freya drove forward.

As she pulled out of the parking lot, she rolled down the window. The rush of cold air grounded her, helping her gather herself.

So this was what it felt like—when someone who once meant everything finally said sorry.

passed, apologies started to lose their power. Life pushed forward. As for the

on, she let it

have let go, but

sat quietly in the back seat, eyes closed, mind replaying every moment that

forgive

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once held warmth—now only held

Kristian was in a dark place. He wasn’t joking like usual, nor did he say

about half an hour before Gerard’s phone

at the

He picked up. “Hello.”

brother still at work?” Liam asked. Gerard glanced at Kristian in the back seat and answered in his usual tone, “There’s a last-minute issue—something urgent came up.

“Tell him to hurry up.

“Okay.”

“By the way.”

“Yes?”