"Are you fu*king kidding, Me? Don't be crazy, Tristan Quartararo!" The words flowed freely when Sophia heard what Tristan had just asked. The man, still her husband, was willing to sign their divorce papers on conditions that he thought were unreasonable or seemed to benefit only one party. Even if it's just pretending, Sophia still doesn't want to. She struggles to escape toxic relationships and even stays away from a creature named Tristan. So now? She had to work hard first. Bothered followed the man for a week's service in Dubai to get divorce approval. How good, she thought! If there were another way, Sophia would prefer another way to get a divorce rather than having to go back to pretending to be a happy wife. Not to mention that this request seemed far-fetched and only took advantage of him. "I'm serious, Sophia. This is not the mode let alone take advantage of the moment as you think." Tristan looked at Sophia intently. Constantly trying to convince the woman to accept t
"What did you say? Tristan asked you to go to Dubai in a week?" Edward was annoyed after hearing what Sophia had just told him. This afternoon, during the break from work, Edward had deliberately visited Sophia at the agency building where the woman worked. Deliberately bringing lunch so it can be eaten together with the woman he loves. However, while chatting, Sophia suddenly told her about Tristan, who had visited last night and even invited Sophia to go abroad. "Tristan even gave the lure that he would soon divorce me as long as he would comply with his request this time," Sophia said while chewing the sushi in her hands. Edward shook his head hard. Of course, he wasn't the least willing that Sophia would agree to go with Tristan even though the man has the right to take his wife anywhere because of their legal status in the eyes of the law. "I'd go crazy if you agreed to this ridiculous request, Sophia." Sophia nodded. "I'm not stupid either, Ed. After what Tristan did to me a
Tristan seemed to be flipping through a gold-colored invitation that Emaar's high-ranking assistant had given him some time ago. While massaging his temples which were throbbing in pain, he sighed softly. There seems to be no hope for Foxtail to attend the event. By the way, three days have passed. Sophia didn't even call or text him a bit. Meanwhile, only two days left. So, what steps should Tristan take now? "Stop being so stupid, Tristan!" said Aurora, who was fed up with entering the man's room from the start. It was like he was being deliberately ignored. None of his words received a severe response from Tristan. Raphael also felt the same way. He also entered the room a few minutes ago and seemed to see how Tristan's expression was getting darker and darker. Seeing what his son was holding, he was sure what was causing the man to act so strangely now. "Aurora's right, Tristan. Instead of daydreaming, shouldn't you focus on getting other work done? Or if you're bored, just go
That afternoon, Tristan had just finished his work. As soon as he was ready to go home, Nicholas reappeared in his room. As usual, the man came with Jacob with a bucket of Mocca latte and snacks they might want to eat together. Without being invited in advance, the two immediately sat on the sofa in the corner of the room. Opened the drink and the food box, which turned out to be filled with macarons of various flavors. "Our arrival doesn't bother you, does it?" Nicholas asked pleasantly. The man's mouth was full of the food he was chewing. Tristan rose from his seat. Removing the tie around his neck, the man joined in deliberately sitting among his friends. "You should have asked on the phone, Damn Alistair! When you get here, how can I kick you two out." Jacob laughed. The man grabbed a medium-sized cup of mocha latte from a paper bucket and handed it to Tristan. "We'd like to take you out for a drink at a regular place. But since you're so lousy and you've been drunk a lot, we
Today, it's still relatively early because it's only 10 a.m. In his seat, Tristan looks relaxed while enjoying the espresso coffee that Mario brought him a while ago. The man's gaze was straight ahead. His mind was wandering. Flying somewhere. At first glance, he was still thinking about the exclusive invitation from Emaar Properties, whose deadline was tomorrow. Considering again following Aurora's advice by contacting Alabbar as soon as possible. Expressing apologies for not being able to come with Sophia and explain the problem and what is the reason for his participation. Now and then, he is reminded of the photos that Alexius sent last night to his cell phone. Photo where Sophia is kissing intimately with her best friend just before getting out of the car. When remembering that one, Tristan felt like he wanted to curse in his heart. His emotions were slightly ignited because he was not willing when the woman who was still his wife was touched by a man other than himself. Howev
Sophia looked deeply at Edward, who was currently engrossed in bribing the Almond Banana Tart in front of him. The two of them were in a bistro not far from Sophia's residence. From the frown on her forehead, it was obvious that the woman was currently deep in thought. She was confused about where to start or what to say about her plans to join Tristan on a week-long business trip in Dubai. Sophia knew that Edward would be both angry and disappointed. It has been an open warning if you don't agree, such as Sophia accepting Tristan's request to come along. But it can't be helped. In the end, she had to be honest with him. Instead of lying, which in the end made Edward even more disappointed. "Sophia," said Edward, who had noticed the woman in front of him was silent and didn't even touch the red velvet on his plate. "What are you thinking? Poor cake that you ordered. You've been screaming for a moment to be touched," Edward teased later. "Y-yes," Sophia stuttered. She was pretty su
After last night was busy preparing his equipment, Tristan asked Mario to come to his house to check all the necessities he had explicitly ordered for his wife. With the help of Samanta, Mario looks serious in sorting and choosing what to put in Sophia's suitcase. "Sir," Mario called as he continued to arrange the dresses in alphabetical order of the brands along with which price was the most expensive. This was all, of course, on Tristan's orders. The boss is indeed known to be a perfectionist in the slightest thing. "Does Mrs. Sophia know you have all this stuff ready for her to take to Dubai?" Tristan, checking several reports on the sofa, immediately turned his head. The man then smiled a faint smile at his assistant. "No, Mario. Sophia didn't know anything about me deliberately buying her a dress and bag, new shoes, and other necessities to bring to Dubai." Mario's brows furrowed. If you look closely, his face clearly shows a confused expression. Participate in wondering whe
A blush crept across Sophia's cheeks as Tristan deliberately teased her. How not? The man, while grinning mischievously, continued to say words that made Sophia hotter and hotter. She had never thought that Tristan, famous for being cold, could tease him like now. It also crossed Sophia's mind, was this part of her husband's ploy to melt her heart. "Don't you like sleeping with me?" Tristan spoke again, rolling his eyes playfully. "Don't dream," said Sophia. The woman was still unmoved in the initial position she stood. "Since when have I liked sleeping with you? Don't be amnesiac, Mr Quartararo. You should be aware that as long as we're married, you don't even want to look at me, let alone sleep in the same bed. So how can I say something like that? -yes," said Sophia openly. She did not accept being accused in such a way. After all, what Sophia said earlier was very clear and basic. During his marriage, he never even felt that he was being treated properly. Tristan doesn't think