Chased by my Ex Husband novel Chapter 63

Grace

When I wake up the next morning, Tristin is already gone. There is no trace of him left in my apartment, other than his lingering cologne.

For some reason, it makes me sad. He could have stayed to say goodbye, or at least left a note but there is nothing.

I sulk in the shower, in the kitchen as I prepare my coffee, and in the lounge as I flip through different channels.

It’s the weekend and I don’t have anything to do. Maybe, I should call Celine and see what she is doing today.

I ponder over it for a while before I pick up my phone and open the messaging app. But, my fingers freeze on my screen when I see a new message from an unknown number.

—You look beautiful when you sleep, Little Butterfly.

An unconscious smile touches my lips. An image is attached under the message.

As the picture loads, my eyes narrow into slits. Asshole! I huff.

It’s me, in bed, pouting, and my hair all over the place. Does this look beautiful to Tristin?

As my fingers move across the keyboard typing an instinctive message, another message from him makes me stop.

—I took a photo and will keep it with me until we meet again. Don’t curse me. I need to see you up close all the time.

My shoulders relax. What man says such cheesy things? My cheeks warm as I exit his chat and text Celine.

—Are you up?

She usually replies right away, but even after waiting for five minutes, I receive no response from her side. I don’t think much of it and continue to scroll through the articles.

Tristin’s PR team took down the news, but as Tristin said, people are already talking about it.

His company has given its public statement, and they have claimed that the video is fake and an attempt to tarnish the reputation of Roberto family. There is some backlash but because no one has the original copy, it can not be proved that the video is not fake.

I can see that the PR team is actively tackling the backlash too, but I know it will take some time for this scandal to die.

Or maybe, all they need is a bigger scandal and it will all be forgotten by people instantly.

As for the executives of RB, that’s another case. They will use this scandal to push Tristin to his limits and blame him for the stock price drops.

Worry gnaws at my guts. I trust Tristin to deal with this problem but after seeing how he was last night…

I don’t want people to bother him too much.

I open his chat again and type a simple message.

—You can keep it.

There is no reply, but he has seen it. It brings a soft smile to my lips before I return to mindlessly flip through TV channels. It’s all in French and I don’t understand much, but the noise makes me feel less lonely.

When I get tired, I decide to clean my apartment but stop after I receive a call from an unknown number. Without thinking much, I pick it up.

“ Hello? ”

Silence meets me on the other side. Instinctively, goosebumps rise on my arms and I make a move to disconnect but the voice that sounds from the speaker makes me pause.

“ Grace. ”