She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 957:

“Yes.”

“How do you feel now?”

“I don’t know.” Kristian’s voice came out raw, full of weary defeat. “And I don’t know what to do.”

“Let her go,” Zander said gently, voice soft and steady. “If she’s with someone who treats her right, if she’s happy… then maybe it’s time you let her go, too.”

Kristian shook his head, his chin dropping to his chest.

He didn’t answer.

How was he supposed to let go?

“You’re not thinking about winning her back, are you?” Zander asked all of a sudden.

“No,” Kristian replied, his voice firm.

If Freya were single—if Ellis hadn’t come into the picture—he wouldn’t have hesitated. He would have chased her, no matter how much it hurt. But now, it was too late. He couldn’t bring himself to ruin her happiness.

“Take some time to rest. Apologize properly. Then move on,” Zander said, calm and collected. “Let both of you breathe again.”

Kristian said nothing. He couldn’t move on unless he knew she was truly happy.

They kept drinking a while longer, and the alcohol took its full toll on him.

He sat there, staring down at his phone, thoughts spinning in every direction. He wanted to call Freya. Wanted to tell her he missed her. That he loved her.

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But a sliver of reason still clung to him. He couldn’t disturb her again. Torn and restless, he picked up the phone, stared at it for what felt like forever, then shoved it under the couch.

Out of sight. Out of reach.

Even if he drank himself senseless, he wouldn’t be able to get it back.

Zander watched Kristian in silence, his lips pressed into a tight line, a storm of tangled emotions churning beneath his calm facade. Without his phone, Kristian kept knocking back one drink after another.

But it wasn’t the alcohol clouding his head—he was already lost in a haze of emotion, drowning in memories of the early days with Freya, those first months after they tied the knot.

There had been a time when happiness had come easily to them. But he had shattered it all with his own hands.

Zander moved to help his friend up, planning to guide him back to his room to get some rest. Kristian, however, gripped his arm. “Give me my phone.”

“I don’t know where it is.”noveldrama

“Then call Freya for me.”

“I don’t have her number.”

“I remember—I’ll tell you.”

“She’s already asleep. Do you really want to wake her?” Zander asked, his voice even.

The light in Kristian’s eyes flickered and dimmed. He stood there frozen for a moment before muttering, “No.”

Zander couldn’t quite put a name to the feeling growing inside him. Kristian had led a charmed life—brilliant in school, a star in his career—the golden boy any parent would boast about. And now, looking at him, he resembled a lost child, utterly forsaken.

Kristian let go of Zander’s hand and staggered back to his room, collapsing heavily onto the bed.

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