She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 86

Chapter 86 Did You Sleep With Trent

Freya rose from her seat, her resolve clear and her voice tinged with weariness. "Forget it. It's not worth another

second of my mind," she declared, determined not to dwell on the matter any longer. "I'm heading back home."

The familiar sting of accusation was all too predictable. Kristian, ever the skeptic, would undoubtedly question

her again, layering another false accusation on the pile that had accumulated over their strained encounters. In

Kristian's eyes, she was nothing but a liar.

"Letgive you a ride," Trent offered, already pushing himself to his feet.

"No, thanks," Freya replied curtly, her mind already racing with other plans. "You might want to check the hotel's

surveillance footage first. See who actually delivered that letter."

Trent paused, considering her advice, then nodded in agreement, choosing not to push it.

Nevertheless, his concern was palpable as he escorted her to the hotel entrance, hailed a cab for her, and kept

his gaze fixed on the cab until it vanished from sight.

Back in the sanctuary of his room, Trent dialed a number on his phone. At that instant, the amiable facade he

often wore around Freya slipped away, revealing a glint of danger in his eyes as he commanded a detailed

investigation.

While he could stomach being manipulated to an extent, the repeated threats to Freya crossed a line he would

not allow

Meanwhile, oblivious to Trent's guarded efforts, Freya reclined in the back seat of the car, her eyes closed in a

moment of reprieve.

Outside, in the hotel parking lot, a strikingly handsman surveyed the scene from the driver's seat of a Rolls-

Royce. His exceptional features were illuminated by the dashboard lights as he watched Freya exit the hotel and

slip into a car.

The air inside the Rolls-Royce was charged with tension.

Felipe, seated next to the driver, wore a complex expression as he turned to Kristian, offering a consolatory pat

on the shoulder. "Con, it's not the end of the world. Farrah's expecting another man's child, and you don't

hearcomplaining, do you?"

"Get out," Kristian replied, his voice a frosty whisper.

The coldness in his voice sent shivers down Felipe's spine.

He blinked, startled, half-convinced he'd misheard.

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Just as he opened his mouth to clarify, Kristian cut him off, his voice even sharper. "Get out!"

"But-you're not thinking of confronting Freya, are you?" Felipe's concern was palpable, his voice laced with

anxiety as he tried to reason with Kristian. "Don't rush in without thinking. What if you've got it all wrong? If

"I said, get out!" Kristian snapped, his gaze piercing, leaving no room for argument. His patience was clearly on

its last thread.

Kristian had been grappling with doubts ever since he received those damning photos and message. He'd

convinced himself they were just misunderstandings; after all, he'd been wrong about Freya before and regretted

it deeply.

He'd chosen to wait, to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Yet, nothing had prepared him for the sight of Freya, radiant and laughing, casually strolling alongside Trent.

Take it easy, alright?" Felipe suggested with a resigned sigh as he opened the door, feeling the weight of

Kristian's anger. "Just... talk it out.”

Kristian dismissed Felipe with a wave of his hand.

With Felipe out of the way, Kristian sped toward Freya's place, catching up to her cab with ease.

An hour had passed when Freya stepped out of the cab and made her way home.

She hesitated on the doorstep, her heart sinking as she noticed Kristian waiting for her, his presence emanating

an icy wrath. Her gaze sharpened with sudden realization.

This was undoubtedly the fallout from the incident at the hotel.

Without exchanging a word with him, she used her fingerprint to unlock the door and entered. This time, she left

the door ajar, an unspoken invitation for him to follow; she sensed he needed to air his grievances.

"Enjoy your day?" Kristian queried, his voice cool as he scrutinized her composed expression.

He couldn't help but feel a grudging admiration. Even after the exposure of her affair, she confronted him with

such serene confidence. She could have easily been a spy with that kind of steel in her nerves.

Freya swapped her shoes for more comfortable ones and proceeded further into the house, a trace of weariness

in her steps. "Sure," she replied noncommittally.

"And where did you go?" Kristian pressed, shutting the door with a soft click behind him.

"A hotel," Freya responded, her voice dropping to a whisper as she sank into the sofa, the soft cushions a small

relief to her drained spirit.

Kristian's expression shifted to one of sheer disbelief, his brows arching high on his forehead. How could she

state that with such conviction, as if it was the most righteous thing in the world?

"You're here because you knew | was with Trent, isn't that it?"

Freya, growing impatient with the sluggish pace of their conversation, seized the moment to clarify her actions.

"I only rushed to the hotel because someone stole Trent's phone and senta message, pretending to be him."

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Chapter 86 Did You Sleep With Trent

Pulling out her phone, she swiftly navigated to the incriminating message and held it up for Kristian to see. "I

genuinely believed he was in peril."

Kristian, however, didn't respond immediately. He scrutinized the phone screen, his eyes narrowing slightly as

they landed on the n"Mina".

A flicker of suspicion crossed his features. Was Mina a secret endearment shared between them?

Breaking the brief silence, Freya continued, her tone a mix of frustration and relief, "It was only when | arrived

that | realized it was a setup. | was attacked, but thankfully, | managed to defend myself."

Her eyes met Kristian's, earnest and determined. "I can find people to vouch for me, if that's what you need."

She took a deep breath before adding, "As for Trent, he was lured there under a different pretense. Someone

knocked on his door, handed a note claiming a girl had been kidnapped and needed his help. He rushed over

only to find the 'kidnapped girl’ was me."

Kristian lifted his gaze, locking eyes with her serene expression.

He almost snapped, demanding to know if she thought he was skind of idiot.

Did she think he was gullible enough to accept such a pathetic excuse?

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" Freya's voice sliced through the tension, prompting him to speak.

A frosty chuckle escaped Kristian's lips, his eyes brewing a tempest. "You've really gone the extra mile," he said,

his tone sharp as shards of ice. "Fabricating a whole narrative just to playfor a fool."

Freya blinked, momentarily unsettled by his accusation.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, a hint of confusion lacing her words.

"You've crafted your story too well, laying it all out from the start to seem credible," Kristian replied, his stare

piercing through her, reading every flicker of emotion across her face. "But you overlooked one crucial detail."

"And what exactly would that be?" Freya shot back, almost on reflex.

"Did | ever indicate that | chere for this reason?" Kristian's question hung in the air, setting the stage for his

subtle accusation. Having been duped twice in one day, he pondered bitterly about their underestimation of him.

"Do spontaneous confessions such as this be credible?"

A laugh, edged with frustration, threatened to burst from Freya. His talent for conjuring conspiracies was truly

unparalleled.

"Freya, you're intelligent, and so is Trent," Kristian began, his voice strained as he grappled with his rising

emotions at the mere thought of them together. "But remember, there's such a thing as being too clever by half"

They had preempted any questions with a well-rehearsed explanation of their day. It was indeed a convincing

narrative,

But if things were truly innocent, as she claimed, why would someone like Freya, with her fiercely independent

streak, feel compelled to justify herself to him?

He vividly remembered how she had coldly brushed him off in the past when he had wronged her. And now, here

she was, casually detailing every moment

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"What exactly are you implying?" Freya's tone was laced with a growing impatience.

"Did you sleep with Trent Seymour?" The words tumbled out of Kristian's mouth

as his hand tightened into a fist, his eyes darkening with a storm of barely contained fury.

Freya was momentarily speechless. This accusation was absurd.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she decided to address the misunderstanding head-on. After all, if their roles

were reversed-if she had seen him with Ashley- she might have jumped to the sconclusion.

"No," she asserted calmly.

"Can't you just be honest for once?" The ice in Kristian's voice was palpable as he finally unleashed his pent-up

emotions. "Do | need to show you the photos of you two walking out of a hotel room and him bidding you

goodbye at your car before you'll admit the truth?"