However, Tristan refused to stop. Still kneeling on the floor, he put his arms around my waist and continued to express his regrets."I know I was wrong for what I did, Claudia! Don't leave me. Don't go!"I could feel the scorching heat of his tears as they fell onto my arm, but they didn't move me at all.I turned to Mrs. Scott and said, "I'll do as I promised, but kindly keep your son in check, Mrs. Scott."Mrs. Scott eyed Tristan in helplessness and exasperation. Soon, her bodyguards dragged him off.The haughty Tristan, who always carried himself in a calm and composed manner, was now acting like a petulant child. Out in the hallway, he rolled around and threw a tantrum, calling my name repeatedly."Claudia! I know I made a mistake! Please, Claudia!"Mortified by his display, I tried to block out his cries by hiding under the blanket.I didn't know when Tristan had been taken away, but throughout the next few days, he never showed up again.…It was a bright, sunny day wh
Tristan's hand was severely injured. His bones were crushed, and he would have a hard time writing with it again.Nonetheless, that had nothing to do with me anymore.Three months later, I went to the hospital to take my cast off. My right hand had healed nicely.After selling off the house the Scotts gave Mom and me, I moved back to my old family home. I hung Mom's and Dad's portraits on the south wall of the house. When the sun rose every morning, it would light up their smiles, making it look as if they'd come back to life.Tristan continued to hang around me. He kept refusing to leave no matter what I did to get rid of him, and out of fury, I would call Mrs. Scott. Not only did she have to apologize for his behavior, but she even had to pay for it.Every time I complained about Tristan to her, she would transfer me a huge sum of money to appease me. Well, on account of the money, I decided not to hold Tristan's actions against him.Noticing that I had stopped trying to chas
Tristan's eyes were a little unfocused. With a weak smile, he said, "Claudia, if your dad hadn't saved me back then, do you think I would've died that day…"Ever since I found out about the truth, I've been living in regret… I truly thought your dad's death had been an accident. "Mom and Dad wanted me to get into a relationship with you. They hoped I would marry you to boost the company's reputation. All along, I thought I was forced into a relationship with you, but once you left, I finally realized how I truly felt."He declared, "I love you. Regardless of my parents' involvement, I think I would've fallen in love with you anyway… because you're incredible…"Tristan was rushing to get the words out. Blood trickled out of his mouth.I looked at him with a mix of emotions. I didn't know what to say to him.Choking, Tristan continued, "I hate myself so much, Claudia. I ruined everything. We could've been happy together. We could've started a family. Your mom didn't have to die wi
My father was Tristan Scott's driver. Ten years ago, he was stabbed to death when saving Tristan during an abduction attempt.Tristan held me tightly and promised, "On behalf of your father, I will take care of you for the rest of your life."Later on, my mother fell ill from worry, and her cancer relapsed. She hoped to see Tristan and me getting married before she passed away, but on the day of our wedding, Tristan left me at the altar.I tearfully pleaded with him to try and stop him from leaving, but he declared with a sneer, "By now, you should be satisfied with the amount of wealth and glory you've gotten in exchange for your father's life! How dare you even think about getting married to me? In your dreams!"In the end, Mom died before she could see Tristan put the wedding ring on me as she had hoped.That night, Tristan's assistant, Sally Cunningham, updated her social media account. She uploaded a photo of her and Tristan with their faces pressed together. Her hand was rai
It rained heavily the day Mom's ashes were buried.Exhausted, I dragged myself home. However, before I could even enter the house, I heard raucous laughter ringing out from the inside.Through the crack in the door, I saw Tristan and his friends in there drinking alcohol."Tristan, don't tell me you're really going to marry that driver's daughter.""She sure thinks highly of her dad's pathetic life! Not only has she mooched off the Scotts for so long now, but she's even deluded enough to want to be Tristan's wife. I've never met someone as shameless as her!"Swirling the wine glass he was holding, Tristan responded darkly, "Her dad saved my life. For the sake of the company's reputation, I had no choice but to play along with her. I didn't expect that fool to actually take it seriously."It turned out that Tristan had been faking the kindness he had shown me all these years. This explained why he seemed to have constant mood swings. He always treated me coldly in private, but he
Naturally, Tristan couldn't stand to see the love of his life in tears. Infuriated, he bellowed at me, "Claudia! Didn't you hear what Sally said? She doesn't like what you're wearing. Hurry up and get out of those clothes!"Glaring at Tristan, I ignored his demands. He was used to being able to order people around, so he couldn't stand the fact that I wasn't doing what he said. He signaled to his friends, who lunged at me and started ripping my clothes off.While doing so, they even hurled insults at me."How dare you try to protest? Just who do you think you are?"There were too many of them. I couldn't get away. My clothes were torn into pieces, with just a tiny bit of cloth left to cover the most important parts. My face was shoved against the floor as I was pushed around.The whole time, I glared at Tristan with tears in my eyes, but he simply stood to the side and eyed me in amusement."Let go of me!"I broke free of them and ran toward the door, but before I could even tak
With a scowl, Tristan interrogated me, "Why did you insult Sally, Claudia? Do you know she got so upset because of what you said that she couldn't sleep, and she even got a headache! "Isn't it enough that you took me away from her for ten years? Why must you keep hurting her over and over again?"Before I appeared in Tristan's life, he and Sally were childhood sweethearts. However, they were apart for a long time because Sally had gone abroad.When she came back to the country, she started working at the company as Tristan's secretary. The two spent all their time together, and their relationship steadily became more intimate.By the time I realized something was amiss, their relationship had progressed far beyond the realms of friendship. I didn't want to upset Mom, so I put up with it. However, that led to Tristan becoming even more blatant in his treatment of me."I didn't!" I refuted Tristan's accusations at once.However, he took his phone out and played a recording."Sall
I didn't want to argue with Sally, so I snatched the sweater back from her.However, she stumbled to the floor before wailing, "I was just asking a question out of curiosity, Claudia! Why did you push me so hard…"I opened my mouth to deny her accusation, but Tristan marched up to me and slapped me in the face."What the hell is wrong with you, Claudia? She just wants a sweater for her dog. Just give it to her! Your mom has plenty of time on her hands anyway. She can easily make a few more sweaters. Why must you be so stingy?"Tristan had put a lot of strength into that slap. As I cupped my cheek, I could hear my ears ringing. I was even bleeding from the corner of my lips.I reached out to pick up the sweater that had dropped onto the floor, but Tristan stepped on my hand and demanded aggressively, "Apologize at once, or I'll break your hand!"Tristan's leather shoes were custom-made with incredibly tough heels. I gasped in pain as he pinned my hand under his foot.What did I d