Not Your Wife

Those who recognized Tristan started taking photos with their phone.

I looked him in the eyes with my face flushed red. "It's your fault that others are staring at us!"

Smiling, he cradled me in his arms. "I'm sorry."

Just then, a black Maybach pulled over by the street. Marcus alighted from the car and approached Tristan after showing me the way to the car.

After Tristan whispered something in Ma