She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Freya's Still In

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"Quick Hurry and inform our leader!" one of the men shouted urgently.

"Starting today, you'll live in hell!"

After hurling the biting remark, the group hastily departed, obviously eager to rally more support and tend to

their wounds.

The crowd, witnessing the confrontation, gradually scattered to restheir own affairs. Only a handful of

young women, who had previously taken a stand, remained, their gazes fixed on Freya with evident concern.

"Are you alright, miss?"

"It's always wiser to visit places like this with scompany."

"That's right."

They surrounded Freya with their soothing presence.

(Freya offered them a reassuring smile, her warmth visibly calming their worries. "I'm fine, really. Thanks for

Pour concern."

"Please, think nothing of it." The young women smiled with warmth, their compassion unmistakable. "If you're up

for it, why not join us? We're planning to hang out a little longer before heading out."

"Thank you," Freya responded, her eyes softening with appreciation. "But | think I'll head back hnow."

The young women didn't press further, respecting her decision.

As Freya made her way out, they couldn't resist calling after her, treating her like sinnocent little girl. "Wait

a moment, miss."

Freya paused, looking back. "Yes? What is it?"

"Just remember, if you ever find yourself in a situation like this again, never agree to go with anyone."

Those people didn't seem trustworthy at all. If you had gone with them, it could have turned out terribly." "Never

accept a drink that's been out of your sight in a nightclub."

Absorbing their earnest guidance, Freya gazed at them, her eyes softening, as though she viewed them not just

as peers but as cherished younger sisters. “I understand," she murmured, her voice laced with genuine

appreciation "Thank you"

"You're welcome," they responded, their faces lighting up with gentle, reassuring smiles.

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With a lingering look, Freya exited the nightclub into the cool evening air.

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Her eyes flickered to the large clock mounted above the entrance-it was already eight in the evening.

Nestled in the heart of downtown, the nightclub was a daunting two-hour drive from her quiet suburban home.

The very idea of the journey ignited a strong sense of reluctance within her.

Her anger had faded, leaving her with a clear understanding of why Kristindoubted her.

If something felt off, there was always a catch-an old saying she'd learned to believe.

Indeed, Kristian's suspicions regarding her unlikely actions and her interactions with Trent were justified. No

wonder he harbored doubts.

Shaking off these reflections, Freya initially considered hailing a taxi but quickly dismissed the idea in favor of

the subway. It was not only cheaper but would slash her journey tby half. Resolved, she descended into the

subway's bustling embrace.

By the tshe surfaced at the station near her home, the night had deepened to half past ten.

Stepping out, her attention was abruptly captured by the urgent blare of sirens.

A fire truck barreled past, heading toward her neighborhood, while worried whispers floated around her.

"A fire at this hour," one bystander murmured, anxiety threading their tone. "I wonder if anyone's trapped

inside."

"Absolutely. It scares the hell out of me."

"How could a fire just erupt out of nowhere?"

"Who knows?"

A fire? Freya's expression tightened, and her steps grew quicker as she made her way over.

The moment she reached a point overlooking her apartment, her worst fears were confirmed. Flames hungrily

devoured a house below, lapping at the floor above.

It appeared to be her home.

Her usual calm shattered, she broke into a frantic run toward the inferno.

It wasn't about the replaceable items-her laptop, her phone; it was her marriage certificate that lay in jeopardy.

If it succumbed to the flames, she'd be faced with the hassle of replacing it. Moreover, with her fragile

relationship with Kristian teetering on the edge, the disappearance of their marriage certificate might spark

accusations of deceit from him, undoubtedly leading to yet another heated exchange.

Downstairs, at the base of the apartment building, a fire truck had already made its entrance, navigating through

the residential area. Authorities had erected barriers to hold back the gathering crowd of onlookers.

Kristian sat in his car, a look of concern etched across his face, while Gerard, who had hurried over to fetch him,

was at the wheel

Glancing toward the smoke engulfed building, Gerard turned to his boss and remarked, "It looks like the fire is

directly below Ms. Briggs' home."

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Without another word, Kristian pushed the door open and got out of the car.

The alcohol clung to him, making his head feel a bit light and unsteady. Without the alcohol clouding his

judgment, he wouldn't have bothered coming.

"Think anyone's actually in those apartments upstairs? One of the doors stayed shut when we knocked."

"If no one cto the door, maybe there's no one there, right?"

"With smoke this thick, they should definitely know something's up."

As murmurs from the onlookers swirled around him, Kristian pulled out his phone with a sense of urgency,

thumbing through his contacts to call Freya. Despite his repeated attempts, they all went straight to her voice

mail.

"Mr. Shaw," Gerard ventured cautiously, drawing near.

Without a word, Kristian snatched Gerard's phone from his hand and dialed

Freya's number once more, his brow furrowed in frustration.

A nagging thought gnawed at him-perhaps Freya wa disagreements and was deliberately ignoring his calls.

still harboring resentment over their earlier

still harboring resentment

Regardless of whose phone he used, the result was the same. After numerous tries, there was still no answer

from Freya.

Kristian's heart sank, a sudden wave of panic washing over him.

His concern for her safety overshadowed any thoughts about her relationship with Trent. Fueled by concern, he

called Trent, pressing him to get in touch with Freya. However, the outconly intensified his anxiety.

Trent did indeed make the call, but there was no answer from Freya's phone.

"Try not to worry excessively." Gerard attempted to console him, his voice calm. "Perhaps she is outdoors and

didn't hear her phone."

"No, she's inside."

Kristian's voice was rough, strained as he stared at the house now shrouded in smoke.

When he had spoken to Trent, Trent had managed to check the location of Freya's phone; it was still connected to

the Wi-Fi at her home.

A dreadful realization dawned on him almost immediately.

Freya's phone must be on silent, and she could be asleep, unaware of the danger encroaching upon her.

"What are you doing?" Gerard's voice cracked as he reached out, attempting to restrain Kristian, who was

already pushing his way toward the growing crowd.

"Let go!" Kristian's voice was a fierce growl as he shrugged off Gerard's grasp and marched determinedly toward

the engulfed building "Treya is still in there," he declared, a mixture of resolve and dread lacing his

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The thought of her with Trent stung, but watching her lose her life was something

he refused to accept.

The wail of sirens filled the air as the fire truck screeched to a halt.

Thick, choking smoke was already seeping from the cracks of Freya's apartment windows. Kristian's heart

hammered with the terrifying thought of her, unaware and suffocating, her breaths possibly growing fainter with

each passing moment. The image of discovering Freya lifeless was unbearable, sending a sharp pang of agony

through his chest.

Gerard, still hesitant, reached out again in a futile attempt to pull Kristian back.

But it was clear now, Kristian's determination gave him an unstoppable strength, his long strides barely

hindered.

Gerard found he couldn't hold him back at all as Kristian disappeared into the haze, driven by a desperate hope

to save her.

In that moment, a voice, tinged with confusion, pierced the air. "Gerard?"

Gerard's body tensed, and he froze in place.

Nearby, Kristian, who had just wrenched himself free from the clamor and was making a dash toward the

building, halted abruptly at the sound.

"Ms-Ms. Briggs?" Gerard's voice quivered slightly as his eyes widened in sheer surprise and disbelief. "Why are

you here?"

"| stepped out for a while. I just got back." Freya didn't notice Kristian, who had surged out of the crowd. Her

gaze lingered on the flickering fire before shifting to Gerard. "And you? What are you doing here?"

Gerard's eyes darted instinctively towards Kristian.

Freya's eyes followed, catching the trace of concern.

Seeing the sheer concern written all over Kristian's face made her stop in her tracks.

"Mr. Shaw..." Gerard spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Get in the car," Kristian interjected sharply, his voice cutting through the tension.

His demeanor was frosty, yet the relief in his heart was palpable as he commanded, "Let's head back."

Gerard remained silent, a lump forming in his throat.

He cleared it, hoping to dispel the thick air of tension. "You were so worried about

Ms. Briggs just moments ago. Now that she's safe, aren't you going to speak to

her?"

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