A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 21 – 30
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“No,” he said with soft laughter.
“Then who is she?”
“Uhm..she is….”
“Me.”
I heard from behind.
A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 21 – 30
“Me.”
I turned around only to meet Tristan, he was smiling but at the same time glaring at me.
Karen came and took Adrian away saying she wanted him to meet someone, wrong timing girl.
I was left with Tristan who looked very furious.
He dropped his remaining wine on a nearby table and grabbed my arm, pulling me to the exit with him.
I didn’t want to create a scene so I decided not to struggle but I stood my ground when we got to the parking lot.
I pulled away from his hold making him stop, he loosened his tie and faced me.
“Why are you so stubborn?”
“It’s my hobby.”
I shrugged coolly.
“Get in the car.”
He said with an icy stare.
“But we just got here, it’s your best friends engagement party we can’t just leave, you didn’t even inform him we’re leaving.”
He walked to the car and entered ignoring everything I said.
“Seriously?”
I grunted.
“I’m not leaving,” I said crossing my arms.
“I will tell you what you need to know.”
He said calmly.
“Okay,” I said and entered the car.
The ride was quiet, I noticed how he was clenching and unclenching his hands around the wheel, he hadn’t said a word since we left.
I took a glance at him, his face hardened then softened like he was fighting his emotions.
“I don’t even know why you’re upset, I didn’t get the answer I wanted.”
“I warned you to stop, you don’t have to know who she is, Goddamnit! You don’t have to know everything, Chloe!”
Oh, now we were back to Chloe? Okay.
“Why can’t you tell me? I opened up to you about my past.”
“I never asked you to!”
He snapped turning to look at me with cold eyes.
“For once, why can’t you do as you’re told? My past or personal life is none of your business!”
He yelled.
“I care about you and If you need my help then…”
“The only help I need from you is to convince my family that we’re in love and you’re carrying my baby.”
He cut in.
“I thought since we have something going on between us you’d open up a bit to me!”
“Something? Between us?”
He said like those words sounded strange to him, he took a glance at me, his ocean eyes were mocking me.
“Are you still that dumb and desperate kid who doesn’t know the difference between lust and love? We have nothing between us, Chloe. I thought after your ugly experience with your exes, you’d be more sensible on that topic.”
That had to be the first thing someone said to me that left me completely speechless and numb, all those words struck me like lightning.
I tried to find my breath, my emotions were complicated and not readily verifiable, I squeezed my knees and tried to get myself together, how could someone break me with just words.
It hurt, it really hurt, he called me a desperate kid, that was what he saw me as. I felt a vast yearning, I didn’t know what it was yet.
“Chloe?”
His voice was soft but I knew the monster behind that softness.
“Stop the car.”
I said not looking his way, I unfastened my seatbelt and waited for him to stop.
“Cassie…”
“Stop the car or I will break the window and jump out!”
That made him stop, I opened the door.
“You’re an a$shole!”
I spat and slammed the door not caring if I damaged the car.
“Cassie!”
I kept walking not looking back, I didn’t know where I was going. I wanted to be anywhere but around Tristan.
My heels clicked on the ground as I kept walking straight, I didn’t hear his voice again, I looked back and saw that he was gone.
Wow, and I was expecting him to follow me around apologizing till I agree to come home with him, I really suck at this.
The cold air made me aware of what I was wearing. I tried to think of anything else but what he said in the car, it still broke my heart that he drove off without even trying to apologize, not like I’d listen to him but I expected more.
There goes my delusional mind again, to be honest, now I was more determined on finding out about Nadia.
I winced as my feet throbbed from the short walk in these heels, I looked around me, I only saw four people.
I reached down and removed my heels, I exhaled in relief as my feet relaxed on the cold floor.
I walked down the sidewalk with my heels in one hand, I knew this place, it wasn’t far from my house.
I wondered if my parents would let me in if I knock on the door, I didn’t want to go back to Tristan’s place, I’d just feel furious the whole night.
A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 21 – 30
After walking for ten more minutes, I stopped at the bus stop and took a seat.
I could sleep here, I hated that my life was like this. I leaned back on the metal bench and grunted in frustration, I wanted to be three again, the age I had nothing to worry about, the age I was very happy.
Tears brimmed at the edge of my eyes, I closed my eyes and tried to keep my mind calm.
“Chloe?”
I knew that voice.
“Grey?”
I sat up on the seat as he kept staring at me with worry evident in his eyes, I looked pitiful right now.
“Hey.”
I mumbled putting my arms around myself and avoiding his eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
He asked taking note of my bare feet.
I didn’t say anything, I stared at my toes relieved they were attractive.
“Wanna talk?”
He asked and came to sit beside me, that familiar scent I was once in love with hit my nose.
My eyes stared at his black Nike, they looked good.
“Chlo?”
He called sounding more worried, I finally looked at him. Those brown eyes I loved staring into and those curls I enjoyed running my fingers into.
“I was taking a walk.”
It wasn’t a lie and it wasn’t the truth either but the look on his face told me he didn’t believe me.
He stood up making my heart drop, he was going to leave me too? No one wanted to be around me.
I was confused when he picked my shoes and took my hand.
“Come on.”
He urged pulling me up gently, I followed not arguing.
We walked quietly down the sidewalk.
“If your feet are hurting I can give you mine though it’d be big for you.”
He said and stared at my feet.
“It’s fine, it feels good.”
I said with a low laughter
I wanted to ask him where we were going but I kept quiet and followed.
We stopped at a Cafè that was still open, few people were inside busy with one thing or the other with a steamy coffee next to them.
Grey opened the door for me, I walked in offering him a smile. We took a table close to the window, it was so cozy in here that I felt sleepy.
“Hungry?”
He asked staring at me like he wanted to read my mind.
“No, but Coffee will do me good right now.”
He smiled and signalled for a waiter to come.
He ordered black coffee while I went for espresso, we sat in silence for a while after the waiter left.
“Are you ready to tell me what happened?”
He leaned closer to the table resting both arms on it, he was still wearing the bracelet I gave him for his 21st birthday which was made by me!
“I had a fight with the person I live with…”
“Your boyfriend?”
I sensed the anger, I twisted my lips not sure of what to say.
I wanted to tell him the whole truth, why Tristan picked me and the reason he lied but I thought of Mrs. Sanchester.
Tristan’s words earlier replayed in my head, to him we were messing around.
“So what are you planning to do? Sleep at the bus station?”
He asked when I didn’t say anything.
“Something like that, I have nowhere to go anyway.”
Twenty-five minutes later, we were standing outside his penthouse apartment.
He didn’t leave far from the café, there was nothing wrong crashing at your ex’s place right?
I kept my eyes up as he typed his password, maybe he’d changed it since we were no longer together.
“It’s still the same password.”
He told me as he opened the door.
I hid my smile, he was still using CrazyChloe as his password. It was a funny story about how that name came along.
I walked in and was welcomed with the familiar scent, I had picked some of the furniture in his apartment and they were still here. I expected him to get rid of anything that reminded him of me.
He bought the apartment $13m and moved in four months ago. I watched him as he kept my shoe on the shoe rack by the door.
“You know where the guest room is, freshen up and make yourself comfortable.”
He said after taking a glance at my stomach and walked away, one minute he was nice and the next he was acting cold.
I went to the guest room and undressed, I took a steamy shower and washed my hair with the coconut shampoo I found there.
When I came out of the shower, a grey shirt and blue boxer laid on the bed.
I dried my body and wore it, I rolled the waist side twice to hold the boxer in place.
I wrapped my hair in the towel and sat on the bed, my phone started ringing, I ignored the call when I saw the caller ID.
He called like six more times but I didn’t answer, a few minutes later, Adrian called but I muted it.
I laid on the bed contemplating going to talk to Grey but I didn’t know what I was going to talk to him about.
I drifted slowly to sleep but I woke up when I heard someone shouting.
“Where is she?!!!”
Tristan? How did he know I was here?
I came down from the bed and left the room, Tristan was gripping Grey’s shirt by the neck.
“What are you doing?”
He turned to look at me, his eyes were red and sad but they blazed in anger when he saw what I was wearing, his jaw hardened.
Before I knew what was happening, he punched Grey on the face.
“Stop!”
I screamed.
“Tristan, stop!”
I screamed when he punched him again this time harder than the last that I heard Grey’s nose break.
He pushed him to the floor and I watched as blood oozed out of his nose.
“What is wrong with you?!”
I yelled pushing him away from Grey.
Tristan turned to me with cold eyes, he flexed his fingers and glared at Grey whose face was a mess.
“He kidnapped you.”
“What?”
I crinkled my face at him, I heard the police siren, soon two police officers entered the apartment.
“You’re under arrest for the kidnap of Miss Chloe Simpson.”
The one pointing his gun at him said.
“He didn’t kidnap me!”
They handcuffed him like they didn’t hear me.
“Officers, he didn’t do anything. I followed him here myself.”
I explained but no one paid attention to me, they all pretended not to hear me.
“I’m placing the charges.”
Tristan said not looking at me, a female cop stood in front of him with a small book and pen.
“This is about me, why won’t anyone listen to me? I don’t want to place any charges!”
I screamed but no one paid attention to me.
“You should arrest him too for assaulting him!”
I said to the officer.
“It’s okay Miss, you’re safe now.”
The Officer that just handcuffed Grey said. I wondered what lie Tristan told them to make them not believe a word I say. How did he even find me?
“He didn’t do anything. I can give you a statement.”
I said holding my tears back, I looked at the car where he was sitting, our eyes met.
“Let’s go.”
Tristan pulled me away to the white Audi SUV waiting, Morris was behind the wheel.
He forced me into the backseat and told Morris not to let me out. What was wrong everyone? I watched from the window as Tristan spoke to the cops, they finished and took Grey away.
I bit hard on my lip as more anger bubbled inside of me, I wanted to smash something, destroy something or if possible kill and my thoughts were centred on one person, Tristan Sanchester.
I dug my nails into my palms, leaving marks behind.
I kept my eyes on him as he approached the car, he was a mess, his button-up shirt was wrinkled at the front and untucked, his front hair fell on his forehead.
I glared at him as he entered the other side, he didn’t look my way.
He signalled Morris to start driving and looked outside the window, his hands were shaking but he kept trying to fight it.
I looked away holding back everything I wanted to say, I placed my head on the window not caring if he was having one of his PTSD whatever next to me.
Grey was going to spend the night in jail, I took a glance at Tristan and found him staring at me.
I looked away not saying anything, his hands weren’t shaking anymore. I had so much to say, I wanted to hit him for what he just did but I didn’t feel like doing anything. I was still trying to wrap my head around what happened in front of me.
I came out of the car immediately the car stopped in front of the house.
I left my clothes at Grey’s, I only had my phone with me.
“Cassie.”
Tristan grabbed my arm from behind.
“Don’t touch me!”
I pulled my hand away and turned to walk away but he dragged me back with so much force that made me stumble back when he let go, I fell on my butt not quick to steady myself.
“Just one fight and you already ran to your ex-boyfriend?!”
He gave me an irritated look, I remained on the floor not moving.
“There’s no difference between you and a whore, Chloe.”
He snarled and walked past me to the stairs.
I couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down my cheeks, I allowed myself to cry out the pain eating me up.
“I will help you to your room.”
Morris said from beside me, how long had he been standing there.
He pulled me off from the floor gently and held my arm, I sobbed as we climbed the stairs.
There was a crash from Tristan’s room as we passed, Morris tucked me under the covers and left. I closed my eyes and cried myself to sleep.
A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 21 – 30
I left the house early the next day to the police station, Morris begged me to stay for breakfast but I refused.
I was going to tell them the truth and get Grey out, I parked the car and came out.
My eyes were still puffy from last night but it wasn’t that visible because of the foundation and powder I used to hide it.
I paused when I saw Grey walking out with his older brother, Calum.
He was a powerful businessman, one of the richest in America.
I stiffened when he saw me, I only met him once and he took me shopping that day.
He looked away and Grey smiled at me, he even waved.
I watched them till they entered the car and drove off. I was relieved he was out but I still owed him an apology and also to tell the cops what really happened.
I entered my car to have some time alone, I took a deep breath and leaned back on my seat.
My phone rang, it was Morris. I picked it and cleared my throat to sound okay.
“Hello, Morris.”
“Hi, Miss Simpson.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Mr. Sanchester is at the hospital, his mom passed out.”
“Okay, send me the address.”
“I will do that right away.”
“Thanks.”
I buried my face in my hands and groaned.
I hoped Mrs. Sanchester was okay.
A LIAR AT THE ALTAR: CHAPTER 21 – 30
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