She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 627:noveldrama

Then he opened his eyes and blew out the candles.

It was the most honest wish he’d ever made. And the one he wanted to come true more than anything else.

The cake was cut, gifts were opened. By the time the celebration ended, it was past nine. Liam joked as he helped tidy up, and Gerard lent a hand before heading out.

Isaac called Kristian to the rooftop terrace.

The autumn air was crisp and sharp.

Kristian gazed at the busy traffic and glowing city lights below. He shifted his eyes and asked calmly, “Why did you call me up here?”

Isaac raised a brow. “Have you been crying?”

Kristian looked stunned.

He turned away, his eyes wandering over the streets. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Isaac smirked. “Is it because Freya didn’t celebrate your birthday with you?”

Kristian remembered her forgiveness.

For some, being forgiven brought peace. But to him, it felt like a tighter chain around his heart.

Forgiveness hurt more than punishment.

After a pause, he spoke. “You’re overthinking. She wished me a happy birthday.”

Isaac narrowed his eyes. “So you’re upset because she’s really moved on?” Isaac saw through him instantly, always getting to the heart of the matter in the shortest time.

Kristian stayed quiet.

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For the first time, he wanted to shove cake into Isaac’s mouth just to shut him up.

Isaac’s tone softened. “I know you regret it.” He patted Kristian’s shoulder. “But she doesn’t have a place for you in her heart anymore.”

Kristian didn’t respond. He knew that better than anyone.

Isaac spoke with a sigh. “You reap what you sow.”

Kristian muttered, “Are you sure I’m not adopted?”

Isaac chuckled. “Let’s make sure Liam learns from your mess. He needs to know that it’s smart to listen to his elders instead of charging in blind.”

Kristian stayed silent.

Isaac turned a little serious. “Can I ask you something, as your father? Does it hurt to face your mistakes?”

Kristian couldn’t tell. Each time he remembered his past, he wanted to turn back time and stop himself.

Freya’s cold, distant eyes felt like needles in his chest.

Isaac watched his face and understood without another word. He patted his shoulder. “Your mom’s been worried. Since the day you came back, she could tell you weren’t really happy.”

A mother always knew. No matter how much you hid, they could see through it all.

Kristian said with a faint look in his eyes, “I’m fine.”

Isaac asked softly, “Aren’t you in pain?”

Kristian looked out at the night sky. “This pain is nothing compared to what Freya went through.” The city lights sparkled, but no light could match the sun.

Just like that, only Freya could ease the storm in his heart.

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