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His eyes spiraled with stupefaction. He had no real answer for me.
“You think your mom will be happy when she is finally gone? When God shows her the truth? Was that really necessary? Why did you wait till the wedding day to pick a new bride when you would have saved the Novas from humiliation and not ruined my life? This is so stupid.”
“I only need you to play along.”
“I can’t. It’s not right.”
He groaned, thrusting his face into his palms.
“It’s totally up to you if you wanna help me or not. If you choose to leave, then it’s fine.”
“You know what, Mr. Sanchester?”
“Don’t call me that,” he growled.
“I know you wanna help your mom, but I lost everything, Tristan.” I paused and gave it thought. I didn’t like the idea, but I wanted to help. I could feel the guilt already, deceiving everyone and going along with his stupid plan to help make his mom happy. Was it worth it?
I turned to look at him, and he was staring at me, eyes begging me to nod with silence. A simple gesture of approval, and he would burst into joy.
“Once this is over, I promise to tell everyone the truth. It’s okay if you want it on every news channel in the state, just do me this favor. If you want more money, I will give it to you.”
He looked so vulnerable right now.
“I will do it on one condition,” I said, raising one finger, emphasizing my sole condition.
He groaned with a hum drumming down his throat.
“Fine, what is it?” He crossed his arms and sat back.
“I need you to promise me you won’t hurt yourself again. You know, like punching the mirror with bare hands and whatever you do … you know what I mean.”
“It’s not something I can control, but I will try, I promise.” His face was engulfed in a sorrowful sea.
“What triggers it?” I asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said, avoiding my eyes.
I’d figured he wouldn’t wanna talk about it. There was definitely more to this situation, and I was going to find out.
“Okay, my dumbass has agreed to help,” I said and stood up to leave. There was nothing left for me at home anyway.
He stood up, too, and took a step closer.
Tristan opened his arms, and I just stared at him, confused. He gestured for me to come into his open arms. I chuckled when I realized he wanted to give me a hug. I’d be stupid to turn it down. I moved closer, and he wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug, his skin rubbed against my cheek like a marshmallow.
“Thank you, Cassandra,” he whispered with his chin on my head.
I wanted to argue. How did he know the name I hated so much?
“Or do you prefer Cassie?” he asked when I didn’t say anything.
“Just call me Chloe. I prefer Chloe,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
“I prefer Cassandra.”
I ignored him and listened to his heartbeat. I remembered that night I’d thought he was dead.
There was a knock on the door. I groaned mentally and pulled away.
