Violent Grief

“It doesn’t matter,” he replied. We returned to the villa in no time.

Back home, I took a shower swiftly. When I exited the bathroom, Tristan was talking to someone over the phone on the balcony.

The door wasn’t shut, so his voice floated over. He was talking to Chloe.

“Chloe, you shouldn’t involve Valerie in our business,” he said unhappily.

“Tris, what do you mean by that?” Chloe’s voice was shr