She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 218

Chapter 218 Not Going Back

"Don't you trust me?" Felipe asked, the hurt clear in his voice, as if Farrah's coldness had pierced right through

him.

"Does it even matter?" Farrah kept him talking on purpose, buying time, her voice steady even as tendon brewed

beneath it. Only Freya's arrival could truly fix this. "You tried to forceinto an abortion, didn't you

Felipe's mouth went dry. He said nothing, the weight of his mistake tightening around his chest like a fee

Still, he tried to justify it. “Jocelyn toldyour health wasn't fit for a pregnancy, | didn't see another way!

"And someone else's words get to decide if my baby lives or dies?" Farrah never tiptoed around the truth. Her

tone was razor-sharp. "Don't you find that absurd?"

"Farrah..."

"I'm not going back with you. Just go."

His patience had run thin. With her resistance growing, Felipe's tone darkened. "You should know exactly what

happens when I'm pushed too far.”

A strange calm settled over Farrah then. She smiled faintly, eyes meeting his without fear. "If you're still like this,

why would | ever go back to you?"

Felipe faltered, struck dumb by her clarity.

"You want to dragback just to makesuffer, right?" Her words clike lashes. "Every t| don't agree

with you, you'll threatenwith the consequences of pushing your limits? Felipe, I'm not interested in living a

life of torment. | won't bow to your obsessive control."

"So you're really staying here?" Felipe's temper was fraying, his voice barely stable.

"Yes." Farrah's tone was like ice-calm, composed, unshakeable.

Felipe's fists curled tight at his sides. His eyes glinted with a chill so sharp, it nearly felt like frost in the air. He

barked at his bodyguards, "Take her away!"

"Yes, sir." The bodyguards moved fast, storming into the villa without a moment's hesitation.

"Miss Welch, head inside. We'll handle this," one of Freya's bodyguards said quickly. "Make sure all the doors

are locked."

Farrah gave a quick nod and retreated, knowing she'd only get in the way now.

Felipe tried to charge in after her, but the guards barred his path.

Farrah's side only had three men, and one had gone out that morning to buy groceries.

The two groups collided. Though Freya's men could hold their own, Felipe had cprepared-eight strong

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That gave him the edge he needed to break through and charge the villa, kicking at the door with relentless fury.

But ten minutes later, the door remained shut-stubborn, solid, unyielding

His face flushed with frustration. What kind of ridiculous door was this? Why wouldn't it budge? Was it built

like a damn vault?

Watching his futile struggle, Freya's bodyguards paused, then one of therh snickered. "Mr. Yates, stop wasting

your breath. Ms. Briggs said that door's top- tier. Without a key or code, you're not getting through."

Truth be told, he hadn't believed it. But after watching them kick, shove, and even attempt to tamper with the

lock-all to no avail-he had to admit it: Freya had taste.

"You think | won't call the cops?" Felipe shouted, sweat dripping down his temples.

One of the guards raised a brow. "Go for it."

Earlier, they might've worried about police interference.

But now? Felipe and his men tried to storm a private residence. He'd be the one

in the wrong. And Freya was

on her way.

Once she arrived, everything would fall into place.

Felipe was fuming, blood boiling. Kristian's ex-wife was a menace-an absolute nightmare.

"Farrah, 'you think hiding up there changes anything?" His voice cut through the air, loud and direct. "We're still

married, legally. You're still my wife.”

"Ms. Briggs said she'll help Miss Welch file for divorce in a month," a guard chimed in.

Felipe turned toward him sharply, eyes like blades. Why the hell did this guy talk so much? Didn't he know when

to shut up?

"You think just because Freya's Hugh Briggs's daughter, she gets to interfere in my personal life?" His irritation

was reaching a peak.

The guard shot back without missing a beat, "It's called doing what's right."

"Do you want to lose your job?" Felipe snapped.

"Mr. Yates, | work for the Briggs family, not you."

Felipe was seeing red. There wasn't a decent soul among Freya and her crew.

"Felipe, just go,” Farrah's voice rang out from an upstairs window. "I'll return to Jeucwell and get the divorce

sorted soon."

Her words felt like a blade straight to his heart, twisted slowly. Was he truly making her life that miserable? "If

you wantto keep quiet about this with your parents, then go ahead and divorce me," Felipe threatened,

lowering himself to his ugliest tactic.

He knew exactly what her parents were like-leeches through and through.

But he hadn't minded. He had money. As long as they didn't get in his way, he could send them a fat check

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every month.

But if they found out she wanted a divorce? Chaos. They'd flip the entire world upside down.

Farrah's reputation would take a hit, her career crumbling under the weight. And once she had nothing left, she'd

have no choice but to return to him. Farrah's face went pale in an instant. He'd struck her one true weak spot.

"Tarrah, you're smart. You know what's best for you," Felipe said, trying to soften the blow. His chest ached

seeing the color drain from her cheeks, but he pressed on. "Stay with me, and I'll shield you from them. I'll let

you act, give you whatever you want."

Farrah's hands curled into fists at her sides.

Before marrying him, her parents hadn't caused much trouble as long as she sent money.

But after the wedding, Felipe had pampered them far too much.

"| swear I'll treat you right. | won't ever let you down again. | won't doubt you just because someone else says

something," Felipe promised.

Farrah's lips curled, bitter and tight.

A dull ache settled in her chest, heavy and inescapable.

Right now, she felt helpless. She had no status, no connections, no money.

In Felipe's world, she was just something to possess. When he was in a good mood or full of guilt, he'd coax

her sweetly.

But when he was suspicious or upset, he'd turn cold and cruel.

Felipe saw it too, the shift in her expression. A sharp panic stabbed through him.

"I'm not going back,” Farrah said, her voice clear and resolute. "And | won't be with you again."

"You really mean that?" His voice wavered slightly, panic growing by the second.

"What's there to be unsure about?" A smooth, confident voice cut in suddenly. Freya had arrived. Dressed sharply

in her tailored suit, car keys in hand, she strode forward without hesitation. "Anyone with a shred of sense would

want to stay as far away from you as possible."

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