She Took The House The Car And My Heart novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Kristian Didn’t Trust Freya

Freya swallowed her emotions and addressed Kristian directly, “If you harbor doubts or mistrust me, please state it plainly.”

“Who delivered that letter to Trent? Why him specifically? If someone truly faced kidnapping, wouldn’t contacting authorities be the logical solution?” Kristian unleashed his questions as Freya had requested.

“One moment,” Freya replied.

Kristian’s anger flared. Had she genuinely asked him to wait after everything?

Freya retrieved her phone and contacted Trent, requesting the letter. After ending the call, Trent took a picture of it and transmitted it immediately.

Freya displayed the image to Kristian.

He examined every word meticulously, grudgingly acknowledging that Trent’s reputation was well–earned–even his excuses demonstrated flawless execution.

“The letter courier is currently being identified through hotel surveillance footage,” Freya clarified.

Kristian tossed her phone onto the table, regarding her with an unfamiliar, icy stare that sent shivers through her. “Let me guess–you’ll claim next that the surveillance system malfunctioned?”

“You don’t trust me?” Freya challenged.

“In your position, would you trust me?” Kristian rose, his chest constricting with emotion. “This letter was likely crafted by some hired hand, prepared specifically so when I questioned its authenticity, you could offer handwriting verification.”

Freya felt her throat tighten. Hadn’t her explanation covered everything thoroughly?

The coldness in Kristian’s eyes crystallized, creating a palpable distance that Freya sensed acutely. Something fundamental had severed between them.

Tension saturated the air.

“Freya,” Kristian uttered her name, his voice devoid of warmth. “I can’t fathom how profoundly I misjudged you.” With those words, he departed.

The door crashed violently as he exited.

He had contemplated trusting her, but after witnessing her emerge from the hotel with Trent and volunteer explanations unprompted, how could trust remain possible?

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The more he reflected, the more foolish he felt.

This time, he contacted no one. He drove straight to the nearest bar.

At that moment, he craved alcohol to numb his anguish. He feared confronting Freya again, feared losing control, feared inflicting unintentional harm.

Freya already suffered from the encounter. She stared at the still–vibrating door, feeling as though her recently peaceful heart had suddenly shattered.

Her thoughts echoed with Kristian’s resolute departure and his parting words.

Her chest constricted painfully.

Had Trent not called just then, she might have succumbed to emotions she thought long abandoned.

The moment their call connected, Trent detected the distress in her voice. “What happened, Mina?”

“Kristian doesn’t trust me,” Freya murmured, lowering her gaze and supporting her head with one hand. Trent contemplated briefly before asking, “How exactly did you present your explanation?”

Freya recounted their interaction meticulously, omitting nothing.

“I’ll speak with him later,” Trent assured her, recognizing the emotional toll this took on Freya. “Your approach likely appeared as unprompted confession–creating the impression of manufacturing excuses.”

“Why are you echoing his perspective?” Freya asked, perplexed.

She had simply wanted to explain everything comprehensively, avoiding petty disputes over details.

Trent smiled gently, helping clarify the situation. “Your character typically ignores accusations about actions you haven’t committed. You only defend yourself when pushed beyond tolerance. After two years together, he should understand this fundamental aspect of you.”

That simple observation stirred profound ripples in Freya’s heart.

Indeed, she rarely offered preemptive explanations.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle the conversation with him,” Trent reassured her, knowing precisely how to approach Kristian

Freya acknowledged with a soft sound and ended the call, letting the phone slip from her grasp onto the table. She collapsed onto the sofa, her thoughts swirling chaotically.

She had expected her turmoil to subside gradually, but mysteriously, her mind continued replaying Kristian’s cutting words and the cold silhouette of his retreating back.

After another ten minutes, her tumultuous emotions refused to subside.

She finally pulled herself up and ventured outside, flagging down a taxi headed for a downtown establishment. Upon reaching for payment, she discovered her phone’s absence.

She dismissed the oversight without concern, extracting her wallet and settling the fare before striding into a nightclub.

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Inside, kaleidoscopic lights fractured the darkness. Freya claimed an arbitrary seat and promptly ordered two beverages.

She wasn’t someone who typically resorted to alcohol as emotional sanctuary, nor would she permit herself to become intoxicated.

The chaotic atmosphere simply matched her internal discord.

Just as her drinks arrived, an uninvited presence claimed the adjacent seat. “Hey there! Are you alone, beautiful?” a stranger inquired with practiced casualness.

“Move,” Freya commanded, her voice deliberately frigid.

“Don’t be so harsh. We’re all just here to enjoy ourselves. Let’s have a drink together.” The man edged closer, simultaneously slipping a substance into her beverage with practiced stealth.

Freya had witnessed this maneuver countless times before.

Meanwhile, additional men congregated around her position.

Freya possessed striking beauty that commanded attention even in the subdued illumination. Her composed demeanor paired with innate elegance made her an appealing target. She naturally avoided crowded environments and detested physical proximity to strangers.

Today’s selection of an exposed seating area instead of a secluded booth stemmed purely from her deteriorating mood and readiness to confront any trouble.

“You’re quite the character,” one remarked.

“I’ll cover your tab tonight,” another offered.

“Order whatever you like, it’s on me,”

a third chimed in.