Chapter 16:
He furrowed his brow deeply, and his hand moved to adjust his tie, his slender fingers looking strikingly elegant and alluring—a sight to behold.
He glanced toward the closed door twice before decisively stepping out of the villa and heading to his office.
The mystery surrounding Ashley’s car accident still loomed large, demanding further scrutiny.
Meanwhile, Freya indulged in a long, soothing shower and then drifted into a light nap, only to be jolted awake by the insistent ringing of her phone.
Across the room, Kristian’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze intensifying as he watched Freya, who sat across from him, perfectly poised.
He had a nagging suspicion that she was using the show’s dialogue to subtly taunt him.
“Freya,” he started, his voice a mix of resignation and resolve.
She turned to face him, her expression unreadable. “Yes?”
Kristian took a deep breath, steeling himself. “I can agree to your terms for the divorce,” he admitted reluctantly. “But before we cut all ties, I need to look into her car accident.”
“That’s acceptable,” Freya responded evenly, her indifference clear. “If you need to discuss anything with Ashley during this period, please have Gerard handle it.”
Kristian wanted to protest, to insist on handling things his way, but the thought of his family’s deep affection for Freya held him back. With a resigned sigh, he conceded, “Fine.”
“Better get moving,” Freya suggested crisply. Truth be told, she wanted the divorce more than he did and had no interest in dealing with him.
𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝘁 gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Pick me up at six.”
“Sure,” Kristian agreed, a hint of defeat in his voice.
With their arrangement settled, Freya grabbed the remote, shut off the screen, and disappeared up the stairs.
The chasm between them widened, the once close-knit hearts now adrift in a sea of growing distance.
As Freya’s door clicked shut, a wave of loss crashed over Kristian, leaving him with a poignant ache, as though he were watching a part of himself vanish into the ether.
He furrowed his brow deeply, and his hand moved to adjust his tie, his slender fingers looking strikingly elegant and alluring—a sight to behold.
He glanced toward the closed door twice before decisively stepping out of the villa and heading to his office.
The mystery surrounding Ashley’s car accident still loomed large, demanding further scrutiny.
Meanwhile, Freya indulged in a long, soothing shower and then drifted into a light nap, only to be jolted awake by the insistent ringing of her phone.
Blinking away sleep, she noticed Frederick’s name flashing on the caller ID. She massaged her temples to clear the lingering fog of sleep and answered with a groggy, “Hello?”
“Freya! Freya! Freya!” Frederick’s voice came, bubbling with boyish enthusiasm and a tinge of urgency.
Freya pulled the phone slightly away from her ear, waiting for him to continue. After a brief pause filled with silence, she queried, “What’s going on?”
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