She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 92

She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart

Chapter 92 He's Not The Jealous Type

Trent straightened his suit, a smooth gesture that underscored his suave demeanor. "If there's nothing else, I'll

take my leave," he said, his voice calm yet imbued with an underlying sharpness. "It seems this was a well-laid

trap."

"Wait a second." Kristian's voice halted him.

Trent lifted his gaze, waiting for him to continue.

Kristian's intense, guarded stare met his, asking a question that pierced straight to

the core. "What exactly are your feelings for Freya?" His voice was low, the

question laden with an unspoken challenge.

Trent's response was polished, his

top

even. "I'll be whoever she needsto be."

His eyes briefly flickered with a range of emotions as he spoke of Freya, his childhood playmate.

Their connection was profound-deeper than friendship, more steadfast than love, a bond that rivaled familial

ties.

*If Freya ever decided to get married him, he was glad to be her groom.

If she didn't want that, he'd gladly stay by her side as her lifelong friend.

Kristian's expression hardened as he processed Trent's words. "You have no romantic feelings for her, do you?"

he demanded, his tone skeptical.

"Is that what you think?" Trent countered, his eyebrow arching slightly.

"If you truly cared, wouldn't it bother you that she still cherishes her first love?" Kristian pressed, his tone

sharpening.

Reflecting on those issues, a shadow passed over his eyes. "And let's not forget, she still holds tight to her

beloved bedroom companion, Charlie."

To truly love someone often breeds a sense of possessiveness, and for someone like Trent, this was no exception.

"Your perspective on love is rather limited," Trent retorted, his smile unwavering. “As long as Mina finds.

happiness, I'm prepared to go to any length.”

Kristian, his eyes narrowing, tried to catch a flicker of deceit in Trent's steady gaze but found nothing but

sincerity.

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Could it be that Trent's love for Freya was that profound?

"She dashed off to Jeucwell to marry you impulsively, and | didn't stand in her way, did 1?"

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Trent recognized Kristian's doubt, but he threw in his thoughts regardless.

He couldn't stand the thought of Kristian thinking Freya was unloved. Making Kristian feel the threat of losing her

was the only way to make him regret it. Freya deserved better, much better.

Kristian, now grappling with a mix of confusion and revelation, found Treincreasingly enigmatic.

As Trent casually adjusted his glasses, his demeanor remained unfazed. "She married you on a whim, captivated

by your charm," he went on, his tone a mix of candid and cautionary. "If you cherish her, her joy is also my joy.

But should you falter, rest assured, | am more than capable of stepping in to ensure her happiness."

"You won't get that chance," Kristian retorted impulsively, his words escaping him before he could tether them.

With a mild, almost pitying shake of his head, Trent delivered a softly veiled reminder. "You're receiving your

divorce decree the day after tomorrow."

Kristian, faced with Trent's unshakable confidence, felt a surge of irritation.

His emotions, tangled and raw, finally condensed into one piercing question, his voice a low growl. "Does she

even know how you feel about her?"

Trent saw right through the trap Kristian had laid, and his response made everything clear. "She thinks we're just

friends."

Acknowledging Freya's awareness would only lead Kristian to brand her as a player.

Trent saw no point in prolonging the argument with Kristian; he had expressed what was essential, and the rest

was for Kristian to mull over in his own time.

Meanwhile, Kristian found himself adrift in his thoughts, haunted by the implications of Trent's words. He was

painfully aw

for men like Trent.

that Freya had a soft spot

If their marriage ended, Trent would probably be the one she turned to. The notion alone left Kristian simmering

with unexplained frustration.

During their two tumultuous years of marriage, it seemed to Kristian that Trent had only cinto the picture

after he and Freya had broached the topic of divorce.

Did Trent harbor genuine feelings for Freya? That was a question that Kristian found himself unable to answer at

the moment.

Still, he couldn't leave the issue unexplored. After scontemplation, he instructed his contacts to dig deeper

into the matter before he turned his attention back to his professional duties.

Leaving the Shaw Group building, Trent felt a cautious optimism. Reflecting on his conversation with Freya, he

reached out to tell her he'd straightened things out with Kristian.

Freya's response was a noncommittal "Hmm."

"Your reaction seems off," Trent noted, his tone a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Whether he believes it or not is irrelevant," Freya replied dismissively.

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She had accepted it for what it was. "I'm mulling over the family gathering at the Shaws' residence tonight. I'm

almost certain they'll wantto extend my stay through Lionel's birthday celebration," she remarked, a note of

resignation in her voice.

She was well-acquainted with the dynamics involving Lionel and Melinda- familiarity was one thing, managing

the reality was quite another.

While Freya couldn't simply decline-Kristian's family members had always shown her kindness, and her schedule

was surprisingly open-opting out would cacross as blatantly disrespectful.

"When is Lionel's birthday, anyway?" Trent inquired, breaking into her thoughts. "September 15th," Freya

responded swiftly.

"Isn't Kristian heading overseas on the 16th?" Trent's memory suddenly clicked into place. "You might want to

subtly double-check that. If it's accurate, it could serve as a perfect pretext for you."

The bureaucratic process generally took a full 30 days to complete a divorce decree.

If Freya and Kristian missed this window, they would be compelled to endure the tedious process of reapplying

and waiting yet another month for resolution.

A lot could transpire in thirty days.

"Alright," Freya agreed, her voice tinged with determination.

Whatever the circumstances, she was adamant about finalizing the divorce immediately after the morrow.

Jeucwell, once a cherished refuge, had lost its allure.

Before ending the call, Trent added, almost as an afterthought, "By the way, | told Kristian | have feelings for

you."

Freya was caught off guard, a mix of shock and confusion clouding her features. She couldn't quite grasp his

unexpected revelation.

"He seemed jealous," Trent went on with a slight edge to his voice.

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"He's not the jealous type," Freya countered smoothly, her tone lightening as she regained her composure. "Let's

keep this between us, okay? Don't bring this up as a joke in front of Frederick and the others."

"Understood," Trent replied, his chuckle tinged with amusement.

He knew all too well how their common friends lived for gossip, the kind that could start storms.

After hanging up, Trent started packing his belongings for the journey back to Alerith. His prolonged stay in

Jeucwell had been necessary, but now, he was anxious to tackle the accumulating issues back home.

Meanwhile, Freya savored the slow rhythm of her remaining days of leisure.

She cherished these moments of tranquility, knowing they were fleeting. Soon, she'd be engulfed in the

demands of her bustling life.

If it weren't for her assistant's pressing reminders, she might have even toyed with the idea of escaping to a

tropical island, retreating for salone tafter the divorce, giving herself a break before getting back to

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business

hy noon, the day unfolded lazily Freya prepared a simple lunch, her thoughts wandering back to Trent's

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Curiosity piqued, she decided to call Gerard, probing with subtle questions. Her conversation confirmed that

Kristian was indeed traveling abroad on the 16th, a piece of information that brought her a quiet sense of relief.

The moment the call disconnected, a wave of concern washed over her as she thought of Farrah. With a sense of

urgency, she dialed her number, unwilling to let her suffer in silence. She had her reservations about Felipe.

The phone was picked up almost instantly.

"Farrah..." Freya began, her voice laced with worry.

"Freya, help me!" Farrah's plea broke through the line, her voice ragged and trembling with tears. "Felipe is

determined to get rid of my child."

"Just tellwhere you are." Freya cut through the chatter and went straight for the details.

Before Farrah could explain anything, the call was suddenly severed. Panic tightening her chest, Freya frantically

redialed, only to be met with the stark reality that the phone had been switched off.

On the other end, Farrah's situation was growing dire. Her attempt to flee had not gone unnoticed by Felipe. He

kept her confined in the car, her phone switched off and discarded where she couldn't reach it. "Thinking of

escaping?" Felipe's voice was cold, his eyes a piercing glare as he tightened his grip on her wrist. This betrayal

was unexpected.

Just last night, Farrah had vowed to comply with his demands and terminate her pregnancy. Yet, under his nose,

she had covertly purchased a plane ticket to escape while he was busy at work.

"Letgo!" Farrah cried out, desperation fueling her struggle. The overwhelming

difference in their physical strength made her attempts seem almost pitiful.

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