Chapter 18

"Tristan, guess who I saw?" Herman said. "Who?" Tristan's tone was indifferent. Herman sounded displeased. "Aren't you curious at all?" "Is there something important? If not, I'll hang up." "Hey, hey, wait a minute... I saw your wife. She's at a Zhinsh restaurant in South Lane, having drinks and dinner with a few men." Herman quickly blurted it all out, fearing that Tristan would hang up. There was an eerie silence on the other end. It didn't seem like Tristan's usual style. Herman cautiously called out, "Tristan?" "Mm." "I've gathered some information. She wants to enter the construction site, so she's dining with those men. Tsk. I know some of them. They're lecherous. Your wife is probably going to be devoured by them tonight. "Hey, tell me, if I told her you're the new boss of that construction site, do you think she'd try to please and serve you well?" "Mind your own business!" Tristan said each word coldly and then hung up the phone. … It was 10:20 pm when Genevieve and Heidi hurried out of the restaurant. Genevieve's chest was soaked with wine, a result of a man angrily splashing his drink on her. Heidi, furious, cursed, "What kind of people are these? They look respectable, but they're so vile. My dad is really something—after one incident, he still introduces trash like this to you." "Forget it. Your dad didn't know. After all, some people may appear proper on the outside, but you never know how filthy they are behind closed doors." Genevieve was in a dejected mood. It seemed that getting into the construction site would be really difficult for her. She gently touched her abdomen. There were only a little over three months left. What should she do? Upon seeing her pale face, Heidi asked with concern, "Genny, are you alright?" "I'm fine." Genevieve forced a smile. "It's late. You should go back. Don't let your parents worry." Heidi felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Genny. I almost let you get hurt again." "No need to apologize. You were just trying to help me." Genevieve pinched her teary cheek. "It's fine. I'll think of another way. You should go back now." Heidi nodded with a sigh. "I'll head back now. Be careful on your way home." "Mm." When Genevieve returned to the small villa, the place was pitch black. She instinctively turned on the lights in the lobby on the first floor. As she turned around, she was startled. Tristan was sitting on the couch. He was dressed in black, and the look on his face was cold. He seemed like a grim reaper in the dark. Genevieve wondered what was wrong with him. Why was he sitting there quietly without turning on the lights? She ignored him and started heading upstairs. He suddenly called out to her, "Come here!" She wanted to pretend she hadn't heard but didn't dare to do so. He was clearly in a bad mood. Though she didn't know who had angered him, she knew he was dangerous right now, and it was better to comply. Pursing her lip, she turned and walked toward him. As soon as she got closer, he could smell the strong stench of alcohol on her. His eyes narrowed coldly, and a murderous air radiated from him. Genevieve looked at him fearfully. "W-What's wrong?" Tristan's gaze was icy as he stared at her. "Were you drinking with men?" "I wasn't," she instinctively denied. He sneered, showing a cold, chilling smile that made her heart race. She was about to explain, but he suddenly stood up and approached her. "Are you ignoring my words? You're my wife. How dare you go out drinking with those men? Who do you think I am?" His tone was flat, but Genevieve could sense a terrifying undercurrent in it. Her voice trembled as she said, "I really didn't drink with them, I—" "Why are you still lying?" In an instant, Tristan pushed her down onto the couch. She felt dizzy and nauseous as her stomach churned. He glared at her wet clothes. The outline of her underwear was visible through the fabric. What a filthy woman! Genevieve was trying to hold back the discomfort in her stomach when she suddenly felt a chill. She instinctively covered her chest, glaring at the man in front of her. "What are you doing?" He sneered. "Don't you like to drink with men? Why are you pretending now?" "You're the one pretending! You have no proof of me drinking with men. You're crazy! Let go of me!" She started to struggle. However, her resistance only fueled his violent rage. He grinned darkly, his eyes bloodshot. "Since you like to play, I'll play with you until you're satisfied!" His huge body came down on her in an instant. Genevieve screamed in fear, "What are you doing? Let go of me! Tristan, you lunatic!" As she struggled, a piece of paper suddenly fell from her body. Tristan's movements froze. "What's that?" She looked at the paper, her face paling. It was the pregnancy test she had forgotten to hide. When she saw him reach for it, she hurriedly grabbed a cup from the coffee table and threw it at him. Tristan narrowly avoided the attack, his face turning a deep shade of purple with anger. When he saw her nervously clutching the paper, his eyes narrowed coldly. "What's this? Something you don't want anyone to see?" he asked, forcefully pulling the paper out of her hands. Genevieve screamed in terror, "No!"