Shattered Resolve

Marcus was taken aback when he saw me. “Ms. Thorne, what are you doing here?” he questioned politely.

“Where is Tristan?” I demanded.

“He left with Mr. Foster,” Marcus replied as he took out the keys from his briefcase.

I parted my lips in disbelief.

In the end, I shot him a smile. “Goodbye, then.”

Seriously, Tristan?

I drove back to the villa in a hurry. When I arrived, I pressed on the doorbell