“I only wanted to help. I saw how devastated you were and worried you wouldn’t have the energy to arrange Mrs. Ford’s funeral, so I stepped in to share the burden!”
“Lisa Evans! Have I given you too much leeway, making you forget your place in my life?”
He raised his hand and gripped her chin tightly, his force so strong it sent sharp pain through her.
Lisa saw the murderous intent in his eyes as if he wanted nothing more than to end her right then and there.
“Tristan, what are you saying? I really just wanted to help!”
ave hurt h
her!”
“You’re the reason! If it weren’t for you, Nicky wouldn’t be dead! If it weren’t for you, I never would have
With a shove, Tristan sent Lisa sprawling to the ground.
She stumbled, knocking over the flower arrangements set up for the so–called funeral.
The crowd watched in stunned silence, no one daring to utter a
word.
“Tear it down. Now.”
At Tristan’s command, his assistant immediately called for workers to dismantle everything on site.
“I’ll say this one more time–my wife is not dead! Until her body is found, I refuse to believe otherwise!”
One reporter, braver than the rest, stepped forward. “Mr. Ford, they say there’s no chance of survival after jumping from the
bridge. Are you refusing to accept the truth about Mrs. Ford’s death and deluding yourself instead?”
Another quickly chimed in, “Yes, Mr. Ford. If you loved Mrs. Ford so much, why did she take her own life? And how did you end up
entangled with Lisa Evans?”
“I’ll answer your questions once I find my wife. Now, leave.”
The assistant ushered everyone out, clearing the room until only Tristan and Lisa remained.
Lisa sat on the floor, clutching her stomach as she cried pitifully.
