Chapter 43
Aaliyah
The moment I woke up and found myself in my room, anger consumed me. Pain tore through my chest as I sat up in bed. How had this happened? How had I gone from imagining a future with Tristan, where I would bear his children, to this?
This was all because of Tristan.
The anger that bubbled within me overcame the pain in my chest. My throat was dry, and my eyes welled with tears. Tristan… he was never in love with me. This marriage was just an excuse to turn me into a baby-making machine for him. Those three women I had been seeing recently—he was the one who killed them.
How had I not listened to them? Was I truly that foolish, or was he just that smart?
Because Tristan had been good to me so far. He had been kind, showering me with love and making me feel pampered. He had even bought me a car recently. He was such a red flag and a green flag at the same time. I was too foolish to see the signs.
