She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 117

Chapter 117 You're About To Be All Alone Again

"What exactly are you getting at?" Kristian's eyes narrowed as he sensed a deeper message hidden beneath

Felipe's words.

"If she's a kind soul, then there's nothing to worry about," Felipe mused, his voice laced with doubt. "But if she's

a fugitive on the run from Interpol, that's a whole different story."

Kristian's gaze shifted to him, filled with disbelief.

Felipe bristled. "What's with that look?"

"Trent is her friend," Kristian responded coolly, his mind sharp, refusing to be swayed by Felipe's wild theories. "If

Freya really had a criminal past, he would know about it."

"I'm just throwing out possibilities," Felipe shrugged casually. "After all, your wife is quite mysterious."

Kristian didn't bother to answer.

He had spent two years with Freya, and in that time, he had never uncovered anything that hinted at hidden

layers beneath her surface.

But now, in the final stretch before their divorce, she had started to mix with the elite circles of Alerith and

display skills in hacking that were beyond anything he had imagined. And just when he thought he had seen it

all, this mysterious playing card appeared.

What other secrets was Freya keeping?

"Tomorrow's the big day, right?" Felipe broke the silence, his voice light but tinged with curiosity. "Are you

planning to dig deeper into her past using that surveillance footage?"

"That's none of your concern," Kristian replied, his voice firm.

Felipe, ever persistent, offered a half-hearted chuckle. "It may not be my business, but | do worry about you.

After all, you're about to sever your last link to her."

Kristian's gaze remained steady.

"Think about it," Felipe pressed on, standing up and placing a hand on Kristian's shoulder. "Once the divorce is

final, she'll be out of your life. But what if, while you're digging through her past, you find something that pulls

you in again? With her personality, she might not be as inclined to cback to you."

Kristian gave a sharp retort, saying, "Focus on finding Farrah before you worry about my affairs."

Felipe fell silent, clearly caught off guard by the cold dismissal.

Kristian wasn't one to linger. He grabbed the flash drive and left Felipe's villa without a second thought

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Chapter 117 You're About To Be All Alone Again

drove back, Felipe's words continued to echo in his mind.

Divorcing Freya meant there would be no more ties between them. Digging deeper into her life seemed like an

exercise in futility.

But the more he thought about it, the more the nagging questions lingered. By the the returned to his villa,

it was already close to dawn. Instead of resting, he found himself slowing down the footage of Freya conjuring

the playing card, stretching the image to capture each detail."

Yet, the card appeared only as a fleeting shadow-too elusive too elusive to reveal how Freya had performed the

trick.

When he finally snapped back to reality, daylight had already broken through.

According to their arrangement, today was supposed to be the day they finalized their divorce,

Yet, for reasons he couldn't explain, he found himself hesitating. The thought of severing the last bond he had

with Freya, of becoming strangers, unsettled him.

As he wrestled with his emotions, a message from Gerard popped up on his phone. "Miss Bradley has left

Jeucwell. We've lost track of her."

Without wasting a second, Kristian dialed Gerard's number.

When the call connected, his voice was low, edged with tension. "What do you mean?"

"Miss Bradley left Jeucwell last night," Gerard explained. "It's like someone's been hiding her whereabouts.

Should we send the top experts you hired to track her?" "No need," Kristian replied, his voice firm.

He wasn't ready to resort to those experts unless it becabsolutely necessary, Gerard sighed, his concern

palpable.

Kristian's instincts told him there was more. "What's bothering you?"

"I just can't help but feel for you," Gerard said without hesitation. "Your ex has already left, and now your wife is

about to walk out of your life. You're about to be all alone again."

Kristian didn't have the energy to argue. "Look into who Ashley's been spending twith these last two years.

And check out the person in those photos from last time."

"Got it," Gerard replied promptly.

After hanging up, Kristian collapsed onto his bed, massaging his temples.

Without a solid reason, postponing the divorce would be impossible.

Amidst the storm of his thoughts, sleep finally overtook him.

In his dreams, Freya appeared, a figure cloaked in black leather. Her back was turned to him, surrounded by a

group of bodyguards dressed in dark suits and sunglasses.

He tried to approach her, to demand the truth, but just as he got close, he felt the cold barrel of a gun pressed

against his forehead.

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It was Freya holding it.

Her face was colder than he'd ever seen before, her expression as emotionless

as stone. She pulled the trigger, and his world went dark.

As death claimed him, Freya's voice echoed in his ears. “Mission accomplished. Target neutralized."

Kristian jerked awake, his body soaked in sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes narrowed, dark

with the weight of the dream's implications. Just then, his phone rang.

After taking a moment to steady himself, he answered the call, recognizing Freya's non the screen. His brow

furrowed, confusion mixing with the remnants of the dream. “Hello?” he answered, his voice rough.

Freya paused, sensing the exhaustion in his voice. Could Gerard be telling the truth?

"Where are you now?" she asked, probing for more information.

"My home," Kristian replied, his words slow, weighed down by lack of sleep. "What's going on?"

"Gerard mentioned you were up all night searching for me, and that Felipe dragged you away for a late-night

chat," Freya said, her tone almost clinical. "I just wanted to know when you'd be ready for the divorce."

The word "divorce" struck Kristian like a thunderclap, snapping him out of his fog.

He realized that even if he were dying in a hospital bed, Freya would likely drag him out just to finalize the

divorce.

"Bring the papers and cto my place to pickup," he said, his voice raspy but resolute. "I'll get dressed

and be ready."

Freya hesitated for a moment before agreeing. "Alright."

After hanging up, Frederick, who had been with Freya, asked curiously, "How did it go?"

"It doesn't seem like he's faking it," Freya replied, her voice soft but sure as she gathered the documents. "He

sounded genuinely out of it. If he were stalling, he wouldn't have askedto cover."

"That's a relief!" Frederick exclaimed.

Freya nodded, her mind already moving ahead.

Since she wouldn't be staying in Jeucwell much longer, she turned to Frederick. "You're planning to stay a couple

more days, right?"

"Yeah," Frederick confirmed.

He had initially cto accompany Freya, but the allure of Jeucwell's food had kept him around longer than

expected. He decided to stay a few extra days before heading home.

"Then helphand this apartment over to a real estate agent," Freya instructed. "Move the stuff to the villa in

the suburbs. I'll send you the address later."

Frederick agreed without hesitation. "Got it."

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