She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 904:

He knew he was being a coward. As long as she hadn’t rejected him outright, he could still cling to the illusion that if he just tried harder, maybe his chances would be as good as Ellis’s.

But if she turned him down with no hesitation… then he’d lose her for good. Maybe he’d even lose himself.

“Don’t think too much about it. You are Kristian, no matter what,” Freya said gently, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him. “These bizarre thoughts are just the byproduct of your high fever and memory loss, nothing more.”

Kristian let out a bitter laugh.

Even on the edge of emotional collapse, he still clung to her words. “I’m not him. I can’t stand how he never treasured you. His arrogance… all of it disgusts me.”

If he were truly that man, he never would’ve let things fall apart this way. He never would’ve allowed Freya to suffer.

“Kristian…” Freya’s chest ached.

“Do you know how I know for sure I’m not him?” Kristian asked, desperate to make her understand. Freya’s heart clenched. “How?”

“Because before I met you, I only had one goal—to destroy everything I hated,” Kristian confessed, his voice stripped bare of all pretense.

“But after I met you, I wanted to destroy anyone who dared try to take you away from me.”

Freya’s pulse quickened. Was he truly a dangerous alternate personality?

“But I didn’t act on it. Because I know you’d hate that,” Kristian said, his tone final, as if he’d made peace with everything. “I just want you to love me.”

Freya swallowed her emotions, softening her voice. “Come home with me. We’ll figure this out—together.”

“There’s no going back.”

“I’ll take you home. We can go back,” Freya insisted, genuinely wanting to talk things through with him.

After all, aside from the lies and the acting, the man before her hadn’t actually done anything to hurt her.

“Freya,” Kristian said, subtly pulling away from her touch. He glanced toward the door, then looked back at her. “Do you really not want to be with me?”

Freya faltered.

She was hoping to coax him, to ease him into coming home with her. But he didn’t give her the chance.

“Tell me the truth. Don’t lie.”

“We haven’t spent enough time together,” Freya admitted honestly. “If this really means something to you, I’ll treat you as someone entirely new and take the time to get to know you. Would that be okay?”

“There’s no need,” Kristian said, his voice low and raw, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Freya pressed her lips together, her heart growing heavier.

Kristian held her gaze. “I just have one request. I hope you’ll say yes.”

“Tell me.”

“Remember me. Always,” Kristian said, each word dripping with sincerity.

“I’m Freyrian Shaw from now on,” Kristian said, introducing himself to Freya with a twist on his name. “It’s my old name tangled up with yours.”

Freya blinked, caught off guard.

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