Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 59

As Freya stumbled out of the Grant family estate, she felt completely drained, like all her strength had been sapped away.

A moment ago, sheer anger had been holding her up; now that it faded, her legs nearly gave out.

She sagged to the ground, soft and unsteady, bracing for the hard impact–but it never came. Instead, she tumbled into a broad, warm chest.

“Ryan?”

He steadied her, easing her back onto her feet. “Weren’t you just throwing around all those tough threats? And now you’re folding already?”

Freya forced herself upright, but her high heels were pure torture, wobbling her like a newborn foal. She tipped sideways again.

Ryan caught her, reeling her back in. “Screw it—lean on me.”

Her head was swimming, her face pale as a ghost, lips bloodless and pinched.

Without a word, he swept her up bridal–style and carried her slowly from the estate. “I’m getting you home to rest first.”

Freya pried her eyes open. “Where?”

“My place.”

“No way.” She twisted in his arms, trying to slide free. “I can’t swing the rent there.”

He gave her a gentle bounce to resettle her, and she flopped right back against him.

‘Not charging you this time,” he said.

“You? Going soft on me?”

“Think of it as me having a rare attack of compassion. You’ve just lost what felt like a daughter–you could use a break. Consider it my good deed for the day, giving back to the universe.”

To Freya, Sherri had always been like a little girl.

She was fifteen, sure, but Freya had treated her like family for years.

The instant her name slipped out, Ryan felt his shirtfront twist in Freya’s white–knuckled grip.

Losing Sherri had gutted her.

“You’ve been going nonstop all night. Come on–let’s get you home, feed you something let you crash for real. I’ll sort

out the Sherri mess.”

Freya whispered, “She always liked you, you know.”

Sherri was one of those instant–love pups–sweet as pie, obedient to the core.

Ryan had dropped by the house a handful of times, and she’d greeted him like royalty every single one: ears perked up like little airplane wings, tail whipping the air, batting those soulful eyes with nonstop whimpers and wiggles.

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Chapter 59

He cracked a faint smile. “Yeah, you raised her right.”

“But I couldn’t even give her a peaceful goodbye.”

He pulled her closer. “We’ll make them pay for her. Together.”

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