She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 951:

A dull, biting pain spread through Kristian’s chest as his eyes drifted back to their linked hands. It felt like his entire heart was being crushed under an invisible weight.

“You two should head in,” he murmured, emotion darkening his gaze. “Don’t catch a cold.”

“Alright.”

“Okay.”

Kristian turned to leave. But Freya called out, “Kristian.”

He stopped and looked back, his eyes stormy with emotion, thoughts tangled and rising like a tide he couldn’t control.

“If you don’t want to regain your memory, then don’t,” Freya said softly. “It’s your choice. There’s no rush.” She had already spoken to Ellis about it. Pushing Kristian would accomplish nothing. In theory, Kristian and Freyrian were the same person—he could learn again, even without his memories. Besides, trying to force it might only push him toward emotional collapse or something far worse.

“If we could rewind time,” Kristian said, tamping down the heaviness in his chest, “would you choose Kristian… or Freyrian?”

Freya’s lips parted, her instinct ready to say “Kristian”. Before the divorce, before Ashley appeared, he had genuinely been good to her. Other than Ellis, Kristian was one of the very few people she truly admired. But now, she had Ellis. No matter what she said, it would sting him.

Time didn’t move backward. And neither could they.

“She’d choose Ellis Lambert now,” Ellis said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, his voice low and unhurried.

Kristian’s chest constricted. In the end, he simply said, “Goodnight,” and walked away. He couldn’t bear to keep watching the tenderness that once belonged to him. He had lost the woman who used to care for him—and he had no one to blame but himself. He had brought this on himself.

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝘄𝘄⸱𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝗌⧸ⅽ𝗈𝗺

As she watched his slightly hunched figure disappear, Freya frowned faintly, her expression tinged with puzzlement. “Don’t you think he’s acting a bit strange?”

“A little,” Ellis replied without much concern. As long as Kristian didn’t hurt her again, he had no reason to care.

Freya took out her phone and sent Gerard a message. Kristian’s behavior felt off—it was safer to let Gerard keep an eye on him. Once the message was sent, she headed upstairs with Ellis.

In the living room, Ellis pulled her gently into his arms, settling her on his lap.

Freya blinked, caught off guard by the sudden closeness.

“Let me ask you something,” Ellis began, eyebrow arching with ease. “If things went back to the beginning, and both Kristian and I confessed to you, who would you pick?”

Freya was stunned. Was this… a trap?

She might be slow sometimes, but she wasn’t clueless. “You.”

“I want the truth.”

“You.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I won’t get mad. Just be honest with me,” he said, the teasing in his voice unmistakable. “No lying.”

Freya hesitated. Ellis didn’t usually ask these kinds of questions lightly. If he said it, he meant it. Still…

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