She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 955:

“Gerard.”

Gerard stepped closer.

“I regret it,” Kristian murmured painfully, as if the words were too brittle. His eyes stung and burned with tears. He regretted it. But it was too late.

“If I’d listened to you back then… do you think she would’ve stayed?” he asked, lowering his head. Tears spilled through his fingers as if the answer hurt more than the question.

Gerard felt all the sympathy for him but didn’t sugarcoat it. “I think she would have left anyway.”

Kristian’s chest tightened, as if every breath had to fight its way through the pain.

“For someone like Ms. Briggs,” Gerard continued carefully, “once trust breaks… there’s no stitching it back together.” He paused, letting the weight of that truth settle. “The moment you chose Ashley over her, her faith in you was gone.”

If Kristian had only handled things differently—if he had divorced her with grace and dignity, without the needless hurt—perhaps their story wouldn’t have ended in such jagged, unfinished lines.

Kristian’s chest tightened with a searing pang, regret crashing over him in relentless waves.

Gerard couldn’t bear to watch anymore. After a brief, uneasy pause, he got up to fetch some alcohol. On the way, he quickly dialed Zander, who was in the middle of filming out in Alerith.

Gerard could tell that Kristian looked awful. If the man didn’t pull himself together soon, his body would give out from the weight of it.

Gerard returned with a bottle of alcohol and some food in hand.

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 @ 𝓰ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝓬𝓸𝓶

Kristian refused everything.

“If you start eating, I’ll tell you something about Ms. Briggs,” Gerard offered, spinning a lie in a last-ditch effort to get Kristian to eat. “It’s something that concerns you.”

“What is it?”

“Eat first.”

Kristian had no appetite whatsoever, but the mere mention of Freya stirred something in him. That name alone could drag him back from the edge.noveldrama

Wrapped in a mess of emotions, he forced himself to take bite after bite, shoveling food into his mouth without tasting a single thing. His mind was locked on Freya.

“I’m done,” he said, his eyes fixed on Gerard, a flicker of expectation behind them. “Now, tell me.”

Gerard froze. What the hell was he supposed to say? He had made it all up.

Before the silence could grow too long or awkward, Zander showed up.

He stepped through the door, pulling off his baseball cap and mask, then unwrapped his scarf and shrugged off his coat.

As one of the most sought-after actors in the country, he couldn’t take ten steps without attracting a crowd. Leaving his apartment was always a hassle, but he still made the trip for Kristian. Kristian’s attention flicked over as soon as he saw Zander.

He straightened up, brushing off the raw edges of his demeanor. He didn’t want anyone seeing him like this.

“What brings you here?”

“Not in the best mood,” Zander replied, voice even and relaxed—just as Gerard had told him to say. “Thought I’d drop by for a drink.”

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