She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 832:

Once everything was set up, he filmed a video. Then he called Gerard and uploaded the video. Within half an hour, the video shot to the top of the trending list.

Freya only found out when she got home, thanks to Ethel.

“Mina!” Ethel waved her over, phone in hand. “Come here—something happened.”

Freya had just slipped on her house slippers when she walked over.

“What is it?”

Hadn’t that topic been taken care of?

She glanced at Alan and their father, trying to guess what Ethel was talking about.

“It’s Kristian,” Ethel said.

Freya blinked, confused.

Before she could respond, Ethel handed over her phone and explained, “Kristian posted a video online. It’s now the number one trending topic.”

Freya grabbed the phone, her heart skipping a beat. She wasn’t worried about the earlier chatter, but if Kristian had spilled anything about their past, it would be a disaster.

She didn’t want the public poking around in her personal life. And she especially didn’t want people to associate the names Briggs Group and Shaw Group with a failed marriage instead of their achievements.

However, as she watched the video, she quickly realized Kristian had kept things in check.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Kristian Shaw,” he said, his devastatingly handsome face calm on the screen. “Freya Briggs is my ex-wife. There’s been a misunderstanding. Her background is just as strong as mine. Earning 1.4 billion is nothing for her…”

After that, Kristian mostly sang her praises, telling the world how amazing she was and openly admitting he’d been the one at fault in their relationship.

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He ended by asking everyone to stop talking about the matter.noveldrama

The whole video was five minutes and twenty seconds long.

By the time Freya finished watching it, she felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her chest.

It answered some of the public’s burning questions without dragging her private life into the spotlight.

“Freya,” Ethel said, her brows furrowed, “shouldn’t you take this chance to tell your side and let people tear him apart for once?”

“There’s no need,” Freya responded, her voice as calm as still water. Ethel, not quite grasping the full picture, felt the urge to stand up for her sister.

“But why not?”

“People online gather like moths to a flame, drawn to the heat of scandal. Matters of the heart and home should stay behind closed doors,” Freya said gently, smoothing Ethel’s hair with a sisterly touch. “There’s no reason to lay our family bare before strangers.”

Ethel mulled it over, understanding the logic, though the storm inside her had yet to settle.

“I’m heading upstairs to make a call,” said Freya. Her eyes flicked toward Hugh, who still seemed like a volcano simmering beneath the surface. She whispered to Ethel, “Try to cool Dad’s temper.”

“Okay.” Ethel nodded obediently.

After giving her a final affectionate tousle, Freya climbed the stairs. Her call went to Kristian.

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