Chased by my Ex Husband novel Chapter 25

Grace

After surviving Mr. Costello’s taunts and jabs for the rest of the day, I feel like fainting. The side of my head has gone numb by the time I step out of the tall tower.

To add to my misery, it’s raining. Workers rush to their cars in the parking or hail cabs to get home while I stand in front of the tower, looking around.

My phone buzzes in my hand, making me sigh and glance at the message. As expected, it’s Lily.

She could never stop herself from texting me to meet after watching the video that was circulating everywhere.

I open her texts and read them.

—We are sisters, Grace. How can you stoop so low as you try to harm my reputation?

I roll my eyes at the tone she used. She still thinks she can manipulate me.

The next text reads: I am ready to forgive you if you come over and meet at Club Euphoria at 8. I have made reservations in the VIP room. Just tell them my name and they will lead you up.

I go over the two texts numerous times. Hate brews in my heart, while anger threatens to take over me.

This is the same tactic she used to lure me into her trap before. The last time I went to the location she sent, a man was already waiting for me there. I barely escaped from getting assaulted by him.

Back then, I didn’t believe Lily did it deliberately. She said the staff led me to the wrong room and it was their fault. I was so stupid that I believed a random man who didn’t know me, who barely got to even glance my way would try to force his way with me out of nowhere.

Because I was so ashamed of what happened, I couldn’t even tell Ethan about it or report the man.

And the truth came out only when she displayed those false pictures at her birthday party.

That day, I was not only livid with her. I hated myself too. How could I fall for such lousy lies? How was it so easy to fool me?

I type a quick reply to her: Will be there at 8.

The two ticks beside the message let me know that she read it already.

I clench the phone tightly between my hand and look up.

Before I can step forth and find my way to the club, a familiar black car comes to a halt in front of me, blocking my path.

Some workers around me gasp, before gossiping among themselves.

“ It’s the CEO’s car, right? ”

“ What is the CEO doing here? ”

A frown etches between my brows. I glare at the tinted glass that rolls down a little.

“ Get in. ” Blue eyes find their way to me as he commands.

“ I— ”

“ Get in, Grace. ” His voice is stern and demanding.

I look around, at the women and men staring at me—some are surprised, while some are looking me up and down with a hateful look in their eyes.

Gulping, I rush to the backseat and slip inside before it gets more awkward. As soon as I sit, the car zooms away, leaving the peering eyes behind.

“ Tristin. ” I squeal, facing him, only to find him already busy reading a file.

My frown deepens. “ I told you I don’t want to cause a scene. I wanted to work as a regular employee instead of announcing to everyone that I am here because of you. ”

“ You are working as a regular employee. ” He states, without sparing me a glance.

“ Do you provide pick and drop service to all regular employees? ” I scoff, folding my arms across my chest.

“ I can if you want me to. ” His voice is static, with no emotions whatsoever.

I gawk at him, at a loss of words to continue this conversation. What’s the need for such weird words between us?

“ Why would you do something I want you to do? ” I mumble under my breath, my heartbeat escalating.

“ Because… ” Tristin lifts his head, his gaze cutting to mine intensely. “ I want to keep you on my side willingly. ”

Willingly. My heart misses a beat.