Chapter 4
Bianca’s POV
Right there on my screen was Sabrina‘ S message: [See you soon, Mrs. Thompson.]
It felt like someone had wrapped their hand around my throat, squeezing. My chest tightened. The “designer” Tristan was bringing me to meet… was Sabrina.
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When we got to the studio, a girl with electric–blue hair greeted us, eyeing me up and down with a faint, unreadable smile.
“So, you must be Mrs. Thompson?” she said, voice smooth as silk. “Mr. Thompson sure talks about you a lot.”
Tristan squeezed my hand. “Take a look around, Bianca. See if there’s anything that catches your eye.”
Then his phone rang, and he stepped away to answer it. That’s when Sabrina sidled over, her gaze settling on the sapphire
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necklace I’d been admiring.
“Mrs. Thompson, do you like this one? What a coincidence–Tristan loves it too.”
Then, she leaned in close and continued in a whisper, “He said he likes seeing me wear it in bed. He thinks it’s really sexy.”
I snapped my head up, catching the smug smile she wore like a crown.
She then went on, her voice dripping with mock innocence. “Do you think he really brought you here to shop, Bianca? Or was he just eager for an excuse to meet me?”
Just then, footsteps echoed behind me and Sabrina’s expression shifted like a switch. Her face was suddenly full of remorse as she started bowing and apologizing like she’d done something terrible.
Tristan walked over and wrapped an arm around my waist, looking at Sabrina in confusion. “What happened here?”
Sabrina glanced up, her eyes glistening
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with fake tears. “Oh, Mr. Thompson, I‘ m so sorry. I suggested a piece Mrs. Thompson didn’t like and ended up upsetting her.”
Tristan turned to me, his touch as soft as ever. “Bianca, if you don‘ t like it, we can leave. There’s no need to get stressed.”
I brushed his hand off gently. I’d had enough of their little performance. “I’m going to the restroom,” I muttered.
Cold water hit my face, and for a brief moment, I felt a spark of clarity. I stared at my tired reflection, reminding myself that in two days, I’d finally be free.
But then, I overheard Sabrina‘ s voice.
“Tristan, your wife gave me attitude today. How do you plan to make it up to me?”
I glanced out and saw Sabrina pressing Tristan against the wall, her fingers running up from his chest to his collarbone. Meanwhile, Tristan leaned back casually, looking down at her with
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that same teasing smile. He let her pull him by the tie and be planted with a soft kiss on his lips.
“Behave yourself,” he murmured. “Don’t let my wife catch on.”
Sabrina’s smile faltered, but her eyes flicked toward me, knowing I was there. She made a show of asking, “Tristan, who do you love more me or your wife?”
Tristan just wiped the lipstick from his mouth, answering smoothly, “No one could ever take Bianca’s place in my heart.”
Sabrina’s eyes turned red, and she looked ready to walk away, but Tristan caught her hand, pulling her back into a fierce kiss.
Watching them, a searing pain shot. through my stomach, dropping me to my knees against the cold tile wall. The cramps. I’d thought had passed came back with a vengeance. Soon, darkness closed in
around me, and then… nothing.
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When I finally opened my eyes, I was back in bed at the villa. Tristan sat beside me, looking haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, his expression full of guilt.
“Bianca, why didn’t you tell me your stomach was hurting?” he murmured.
“Oh, and by the way… a message came through on your phone. It said your plane ticket‘ s been booked.”
He gripped my hand, his voice filled with concern. “Where are you planning to go, Bianca?”
I looked out the window, watching the rain soak the leaves, and spoke slowly. “A friend wanted to take a trip. I booked the ticket for them.”
