Chapter 45:
Gerard exhaled but couldn’t resist one last jab. “Fine. Then don’t expect me to help you win her back later.”
The temperature in the car plummeted.
Kristian mused darkly, thinking that perhaps giving Gerard too light a workload had made him forget his place.
The courthouse loomed ahead as they pulled in at 8:50.
Gerard had handled the arrangements, ushering the couple inside to file the paperwork.
Watching them fill out the forms, he adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and fired off a message to Kristian’s brother. “Sir, your brother and his wife are divorcing.”
The reply was instant. “What? You’re joking. He adores her.”
Gerard typed back. “Ashley Bradley is back.”
“He’s ditching his wife for his ex?”
Gerard hesitated. “Yes.”
“Bold move.”
Gerard had no response to that.
Kristian’s brother continued, “Let them divorce. He’s had it easy ever since his first heartbreak. Maybe his wife humbling him a little will do him some good.”
Gerard stared at his screen for a second before locking his phone. Why had he even bothered telling him? Clearly, persuading Kristian was the last thing his brother planned to do.
Just as Gerard was about to check on the couple, his phone rang. He stepped aside, answering in a lower voice.
𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤.𝕔𝕠𝕞
Kristian’s brother’s tone was relaxed, almost lazy. “I forgot to ask—how’s the asset division?”
Gerard thought for a second before replying, “Aside from investment shares, she gets half of his salary and bonuses, his most expensive sports car, and a villa on the outskirts.”
“That’s fair,” the voice responded, followed by a click as the call ended. Gerard blinked. Were these two really brothers?
Meanwhile, Freya and Kristian completed the paperwork and were informed about the mandatory thirty-day waiting period. If they still wanted to proceed after a month, they could return for the final divorce. But if either of them had a change of heart, they could call it off.
With that, they left the courthouse.
Everything had gone smoothly.
Gerard drove them back, debating whether to say something. In the end, he held his tongue. A month was a long time. Plenty of room for second thoughts.
But the moment they arrived at the villa, Gerard realized just how serious Freya was about this.
A moving truck stood in the driveway. Even Kristian paused at the sight.
Gerard, noting his boss’s rare moment of hesitation, turned to Freya. “Did you call the moving company?”
“Yes.” Freya gave a curt nod before stepping out of the car.
She wasted no time hurrying over to the movers, negotiating with them to wait while she gathered her belongings.
Despite living there for over a year, her belongings were sparse—just two suitcases and a handful of boxes.
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