She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 842:

And so, love remained a closed chapter in a book she never opened.

“Did you never have a crush on anyone while growing up?” Ethel asked, her voice curious but gentle.

Freya looked at her intently. “Does Kristian count? I liked him.”

“How did you feel back then?” Ethel asked.

Freya pressed her hand lightly against her chest. “I can feel it in my heart. When we were together, there was a gentle current inside me that felt warm and soothing. I would smile for no reason at all. But when I found out he wanted to leave me for Ashley… it cut deep.”

That pain was no metaphor—it was sharp and breathless, like standing barefoot on broken glass.

At her words, both Ethel and Hugh fell silent, the weight of Freya’s sincerity settling heavily in the room.

Ethel pulled her into a tight embrace, suddenly understanding that while Freya might have bypassed the giddy confusion of youthful crushes, she had tasted love in its truest, most enduring form. Some hearts love quietly but love no less deeply. Love, after all, wears many faces.

said, her voice calm as

gave completely when she cared—and when it was over, she knew how to walk away without looking

her a little longer, choosing silence

with

part is

me anymore,” Freya said to Hugh. “It’s one thing when it’s just us

lips, reluctantly

he couldn’t shake the belief—deep down, he

changing that in

Freya’s phone suddenly rang.

her pocket, spotting Kristian’s name on the

her messages. He

me to

“Freya, are you there?”

to call

declined the call and instead replied, “Get the