Chapter 44:
Silence enveloped Kristian as he processed her words.
With a resigned sigh, Freya set her glass down on the shelf and ascended the stairs, leaving Kristian alone with his frustrations in the quiet of the night.
The mood was irreparably shattered by her words.
A frosty aura enveloped Kristian, thickening with every second as he replayed the evening’s embarrassments. He had sincerely believed Freya’s tears were genuine, but understanding he’d jumped to the wrong conclusion left him feeling like a complete fool.
The way she had looked at him kept gnawing at him, making him restless.
For all he knew, Freya probably thought he was just a clueless idiot.
After pacing restlessly in the living room, he retreated to the sanctuary of his room and slumped onto the sofa. The more he dwelled on the incident, the more his agitation grew, spiraling into a night filled with restless tossing and turning.
As dawn painted the sky with strokes of new light, Kristian found himself poised in the living room, the divorce papers laid out meticulously before him.
Throughout their silent breakfast, the air was heavy with unspoken words about that tumultuous early morning.
At the stroke of eight, Freya and Kristian collected their documents and stepped into the car.
Gerard couldn’t help but notice the palpable tension. He caught Kristian’s eye in the rearview mirror and ventured cautiously, “Sir, are you really going through with the divorce?”
“Drive,” Kristian ordered, his tone steady but carrying an authority that left no room for argument.
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Gerard turned the ignition and guided the car out of the villa’s driveway, his grip tightening slightly on the wheel.
Something in his gut warned him that if this divorce went through, Kristian would live to regret it.
More than that, he couldn’t shake the suspicion that Freya wasn’t just some ordinary woman. If she were, digging up details about her education or workplace would have been effortless.
Yet last night, his searches had come up empty.
That was unbelievable.
“Mrs. Shaw,” Gerard ventured, eyes fixed on the road, “are you sure you won’t reconsider? My boss is quite the catch—handsome, wealthy. Walking away might be a decision you’ll regret.”
Even with Kristian’s temper looming over him, Gerard had never shied away from speaking his mind—first about the marriage, now about the divorce.
Freya’s gaze flicked to the back of his head. “No amount of charm or money changes the fact that he’s a jerk.”
A beat of silence settled in the car. Even Kristian had no retort.
Gerard tried again, shifting tactics. “Sir, what about you? Any second thoughts?”
Kristian’s glare could have sliced steel.
Undeterred, Gerard pressed on, “Miss Bradley is your past, but your wife is your present. Trading the present for the past isn’t just reckless—it’s stupid.”
“Just focus on the road.” Kristian’s tone left no room for debate.
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