Tristan always thought his father died in an accident. He never thought that somebody would want to murder him.
Tristan's face was stiff. His hands were tightly clenched. He was angry, sad, and frustrated.
Tristan's veins were popping out of his arms and neck. He wanted to kill James for murdering his father.
"You bastard. You killed my father!" Tristan said with a dangerous aura.
"I never regretted killing Henry," James said truthfully.
Stella married him, but his insecurity drove him to believe that she always had Henry in her heart.
James was good looking. There were a lot of girls that liked him in college, but he had his heart set out for Stella. No one could ever hold a candle to her. If she had even loved him a quarter of what he loved her, then it would have been enough for him.
Sadly, sometimes no matter how much you love someone, they will never love you back.
