She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 688:

She stood frozen, her phone clutched in her hand, thoughts spinning in a fog. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make sense of it—why would Kristian suddenly cut her off like this? Was he trying to spare her pain?

“Ms. Briggs, I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear,” Lawrence said carefully, his voice edged with a hint of caution. “But Kristian is the president of Shaw Group—admired, envied, chased after by more people than I can count. He chased you for months, and you never gave him the time of day. That kind of rejection—it stings.”noveldrama

He added, “I’m not totally in the dark about your situation. He left you for someone else, and things between you turned ugly after that. But believe it or not, there was never a mistress. And he’s already risked his life trying to make things right. Or do you expect him to spend the rest of his life making amends?”

“No,” Freya murmured softly.

“Then why won’t you let him go?” Lawrence snapped. “He’s already made amends. He tried to fix your relationship, and you turned him away. Now, just like you said you wanted, you’re strangers. But you still insist on seeing him—don’t you think that’s crossing a line?”

He was right.

Freya answered him in her mind.

But still, something in her gut told her it wasn’t as cut-and-dry as Lawrence made it seem.

“If you really need to hear it from him to finally let go, then fine,” Lawrence said, recognizing her unwillingness to back down. He pulled out his phone.

Freya’s eyes shifted toward it.

Her palms had gone slick with sweat, and she gripped her phone like it might anchor her, her body taut with tension.

“Good thing I came prepared,” Lawrence said, tapping the screen. “Here’s your proof.”

𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻 g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺

As soon as he said it, a recording began to play.

“Please tell Freya that I’ve already repaid what I owed her. From now on, we’re like strangers—no more contact, no more interference.” Kristian’s voice was faint, but every syllable was razor-sharp. “I don’t want any more ties to her. I don’t need her to do anything for me, and I don’t want to owe her anything else. I’m tired. Our relationship ends here.”

When the recording ended and Freya didn’t respond, Lawrence hit play again.

She stood there, still as stone, listening. Every word seemed to carve into her, cutting deeper with each pass, leaving her reeling.

After the second playback, Lawrence reached for his phone once more.

“That’s enough,” Freya said, her voice steady but low. “I heard him.”

“Not curious to hear it a few more times?” Lawrence asked with a shrug. “What if I faked it?”

But by the second listen, she already knew—it was real.

That was Kristian’s voice. Unfiltered, unchanged.

He had said those words.

The two of them stood in silence, tension humming between them like a live wire.

Freya couldn’t find the words.

Kristian’s message—his insistence on cutting ties, his refusal to be indebted—was clear: he didn’t want her involved anymore.

But there was still a deal between him and Lawrence, and she was the reason for it. Should she step back? Or step in?

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