She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Clumsy Excuse "Alright." Freya ended the call and quickly sent Trent the meeting details.

Just as she finished, knuckles tapped against her door, followed by Kristian's voice cutting through the silence "Open up, I need to talk to you.

Freya tossed her phone onto the bed and crossed the room. When she pulled the door open, her voice carried none of its usual warmth-just cool detachment. "What is it?" Kristian extended his phone toward her. "My grandpa wants to talk to you. Said your line was busy, couldn't get through." She hesitated, realizing it was probably because she had been on the phone with Trent. Taking the phone, her voice softened. "Hello, Lionel." "Calling you this late-hope I'm not being a bother?" Lionel's familiar voice cthrough.

"Not at all," she replied gently.

"When you and Kristian left earlier, I forgot to mention something. That chess puzzle you leftlast time- still haven't cracked it..." Their conversation flowed easily after that.

Kristian didn't bother listening. Lately, Lionel barely sought him out, spending more twith Freya instead. Most days, Lionel would simply remark, "Freya surely has more solutions than you," or "Your chess. skills aren't as good as hers," and occasionally, "How did I end up with such a foolish grandson?" Truth be told, Freya resembled Lionel's grandchild more than Kristian did.

Lost in this thought, Kristian's gaze drifted to the gentle, patient woman speaking with his grandfather. He had basked in that gentleness for two years.

While lost in his memories, Freya's phone vibrated on the bed.

Kristian glanced over instinctively, but before he could glimpse the message, Freya lunged for it and darkened the screen.

The entire sequence lasted less than a second-too swift for Kristian to react.

"I'm done talking with Lionel." She handed his phone back, her expression calm. "Here." Kristian didn't take it.

His focus remained locked on her phone.

Though he hadn't fully seen the message, he was almost certain he had caught a name-Trent Seyi 0.0% +4 +4*+ 15:32 < Chapter 11 Clumsy Excuse "You're not taking it?" Freya kept her hand outstretched.

Kristian's eyes darkened slightly, but he still made no move for the phone. "Who just messaged you?" "That's my business," she replied evenly.

A beat passed before he said, "I'm still your husband." Freya just looked at him.

At that moment, dressed in only a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he looked more polished than usual.

His appearance, at least, was undeniably striking.

Kristian caught the way she looked at him and pressed forward. "Until our divorce is finalized, I have a right to know who you're in contact with." She let out a quiet, scoff. "You're clearly not well-versed in the law." Retracting her hand, she added, "Even as my husband, you don't have that right without my consent." "Freya." His voice turned colder.

He knew exactly who Trent was. They didn't move in the scircles, but Kristian was well aware-Trent was ruthless and dangerous.

If Freya got too close to him, she might not even realize the kind of fire she was playing with.

"Giveyour phone," Kristian demanded.

"No." "Do I have to take it myself?" His gaze grew sharper.

Freya crossed her arms. "I might be willing to hand it over-if you letsee yours too.".

Kristian barely hesitated. He wasn't interested in anything other than confirming if it was Trent. "Fine." "I'll check your chat history with Ashley," she said, her expression unreadable.

His jaw tightened. After a brief silence, he responded, "No." "Then you're not seeing mine either," she said without missing a beat.

A heavy stillness settled between them. Kristian stared at her, as if searching for something-shesitation, sflicker of uncertainty. But Freya held firm.

In the end, he took his phone back, his voice flat. "Whatever." They parted on a sour note.

Freya didn't lose any sleep over it. She simply shut the door and went to bed.

The next day, they barely exchanged words. At noon, Kristian left after a phone call, and Freya headed out to meet Trent at a restaurant.

When she arrived, he was already there.

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Kristian and Trent couldn't have been more different. Where Kristian was distant, ice-cold in demeanor, Trest wore a perpetual, polite smile-the kind that made it impossible to tell what he was really thinking Angry, amused, indifferent-it was always the ssmooth expression But with Freya, he was different.

"Why did you get here so early?" she noted, stepping into the private om, her shoulders relaxing in his presence.

"I thought we agreed on twelve-thirty."

"You askwhy?" Trent's lips curved slightly, his handsome, refined face framed by elegant glasses. Dressed in a gray casual suit, he exuded an air of gentle approachability, Meanwhile, outside in the corridor, Kristian strode alongside two men-one with a mischievous, lazy demeanor, the other exuding gentleness-both strikingly handsome.

"Kristian," the mischievous one drawled, his smirk laced with playful provocation. "Wasn't that your soon-to-be ex-wife who just walked in there?" He let the words linger before adding, "If memory servesright, that private room was booked by none other than the heir of the Seymour family in Alerith-the rising star of the legal world, Trent Seymour." Kristian's steps halted. His gaze darkened as he turned sharply toward his friend. "Who?" "Trent Seymour," the man repeated, dragging out the nas if savoring the moment.

Kristian's jaw tightened. Without another word, he strode toward the private room, his mind flashing with images of Freya and Trent being intimate.

She had really gotten involved with Trent. That was unbelievable.

"Not stopping him?" the gentler man asked, watching Kristian's cold figure disappear down the hall "Why would I?" The mischievous one shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Best seats in the house for spremium ." Radiating coldness, Kristian flung open the private room door. Inside, he discovered Trent and Freya sitting close together, clearly on good terms.

The sudden commotion captured their attention, and they looked up in unison.

Seeing him, Freya froze, perplexed. "Kristian?" Trent also turned his gaze toward the intrusion.

Kristian's eyes met Trent's briefly before he turned away, his expression as indifferent as ever, pretending he, hadn't witnessed anything. He pulled the door closed. "Sorry, wrong room." Freya remained speechless. What a clumsy excuse! "Not explaining?" Trent tilted his head, speaking with deliberate slowness.

"Nothing to explain." Freya sounded resigned to the situation with Kristian, her tone casual. "If you meet him, don't reveal my identity. To him, I'm just a common person." 100.0% 15.32 +4