She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Their Divorce

Was Official

Freya remained unwavering in her response. "Okay."

The moment the word escaped her lips, Kristian's grip on the folder tightened like

a vice. He couldn't quite nthe emotions bubbling within him. It felt as though something vital was slipping

from his grasp, destined

to vanish forever.

"Freya," he called her name, his voice laced with an unfamiliar softness.

Freya paused, halting at the traffic light. Her gaze remained tranquil and composed. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry for what happened before," Kristian began, his voice surprisingly steady, as though he hadn't

expected the words to leave his mouth. "I'll find out who attacked you and who set you up at the hotel."

"There's no need," Freya replied, her tone indifferent. "The past will be erased once we're officially divorced." She

didn't linger on what had already passed. Whether it was past wounds or fleeting moments of tenderness, they

would all remain in the past once the divorce was finalized.

"If you ever find yourself in trouble again, you can cto me," Kristian offered, his voice still holding a trace of

hope.

Freya's response was calm and unchanging. "There's no need."

Kristian fell into silence. Was she making it clear that she wanted to sever every connection between them? If a

child were involved, would that soften her resolve? Would she stay for their sake?

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, a pang of frustration flickered within him- directed squarely at Felipe. Why

hadn't Farrah divorced him?

"Once you're in Alerith, keep Farrah hidden," Kristian suddenly said. "Felipe already knows she's there."

Freya faltered for a moment. Why had the conversation shifted to Farrah?

She didn't think much of it, nor did she suspect Kristian was trying to manipulate her. She answered with a quiet

confidence, "Alerith is a big city; he'll never find her."

Kristian didn't speak further.

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Her confidence intrigued him. Was she relying on her own skills, on Trent's connections, or perhaps the influence

of the Briggs family?

As he mulled over these questions, his gaze lingered on her, studying her more carefully than before.

"We're here," Freya announced, her voice steady as she parked the car and glanced at the courthouse across the

street. She pulled out the car key, intending to get out.

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Chapter 119 Their Divorce Was Official

At that exact moment, Kristian's hand shot out, gripping her wrist.

Freya looked at him, her expression perplexed, as though she were staring at a stranger. "What's wrong?"

"Can you tellwho you really are now?" Kristian's dark eyes searched hers, the intensity of his grip increasing.

"And where is your family?"

Freya's gaze flickered, just for a second.

She hadn't planned on revealing any of this to him, but the words left her lips almost reluctantly. "I'll tell you

after we're divorced."

"Can't you say it now?" Kristian's brow furrowed, a note of frustration creeping into his voice.

"No," Freya replied firmly, wrenching her wrist from his grasp. "Hurry up, or the staff will be off work soon." With

that, she swiftly exited the car.

Kristian stared at his empty hand, memories flooding back-like a forgotten photograph.

The the'd taken her to meet Ashley. Back then, she had merely mentioned the pain he was causing her, but

she hadn't fought him off. Had she been hiding her ability to fight back all along?

Before he could make sense of his thoughts, Freya had already opened the car door and pulled him out.

They headed to the courthouse together.

In less than half an hour, the paperwork was completed, and their divorce was official.

Kristian felt as if he were drifting in a dream, as if a significant part of his life had simply vanished in that instant.

When the staff asked if they were divorcing voluntarily, he considered saying no. But he knew that if he did,

Freya would vanish without a trace, leaving Jeucwell without a word, and he would never see her again.

So, he nodded, signed the papers, and just like that, they were divorced.

At 4:40 PM, Kristian and Freya walked out of the courthouse.

Freya felt a subtle oddness-an almost surreal sensation, as if this moment, this transition, were too vast to grasp

fully. It wasn't unusual, though. Kristian had been her first love, and now, her ex-husband. It was only natural

that there would be a lingering sense of strangeness.

Reflecting on the message Trent had just sent her, she said to Kristian, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye," Kristian responded, his gaze dark and unwavering as he watched her leave.

Freya walked away with determination, leaving him with nothing but the silhouette of her back.

Realizing the distance between them, Kristian took long strides to catch up and called out, "Letgive you a

ride back. It's hard to get a cab around here."

“No need, someone is coming to pickup,” Freya replied just as Trent's car appeared.

Trent parked in front of her, rolled down the window, and called, "Mina, hop in." "Okay," Freya responded, her

voice steady as she headed toward the car.

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Kristian's brow furrowed, watching her approach the car. But then, without warning, he yanked her back by the

wrist.

Freya stumbled from the sudden motion, irritation flashing in her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Why is he here?" Kristian's voice was sharp, almost frigid.

He found himself spiraling, imagining that Trent had been waiting for the orce so

he could step in and marry Freya. The mere thought sent a wave of anger surging through him.

"He's here to pickup. Why else?" Freya snapped, wrenching herself free from his grip.

She hadn't told him that she and Trent were leaving for Alerith today because she knew what he would assume

that she was going to be with Trent.

Trent's timely appearance was simply to prevent Kristian from reading too much into things. She and Trent had

nothing to hide.

Kristian searched her face, trying to find any sign of what he feared. But Freya's expression remained cool and

composed.

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Despite the fire burning in his chest, he knew he had no right to press further. "You still haven't toldwho you

really are, or where your family is."

"Lionel knows," Freya replied curtly.

Kristian blinked, his confusion deepening. "My grandpa?"

"Yes," was all Freya offered in response.

As he tried to piece things together, Freya quickly opened Trent's car door and

slid inside. Trent started the engine, and the car sped off.

Kristian stood motionless, watching the vehicle fade into the distance. The urge to chase it down tugged at him,

but he knew it would be pointless.

With a deep sigh, he returned to his own car and drove to his family home.

He needed answers-answers that Lionel held but had never shared. Why had

Lionel known Freya's true identity but kept it from him for so long?

Meanwhile, Freya was already en route to the airport.

On the road, Trent glanced at her. "Does Lionel really know your identity?"

"Yes," she confirmed.

Trent's voice was thoughtful. "Then things might not be over between you and Kristian."

"What do you mean?" Freya asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If Kristian finds out how much you've kept from him," Trent said with a wry smile,

his his charm never waning, "he might cseeking answers again."

Freya paused, then reached into her bag, pulling out her phone. "I almost forgot."

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"What?" Trent asked, his curiosity piqued.

"To block all his contact information," Freya said, her fingers swiftly moving across

the screen. "To cut ties with

the past."