Bella was stunned beyond words by what she heard. She didn't expect Jessica, her mother-in-law, to be the one who asked Tristan to divorce her.
Unbelievable!
Bella smiled faintly, trying to cover her shock. She didn't want to make this cruel woman satisfied with what she did.
"Well, I already knew that..." Bella lied, pretending she already knew. "Did you also send Laura Kiels to seduce your son?" she asked casually, but Jessica's answer surprised her.
Jessica's eyes widened, looking at Bella. She paused momentarily to show Bella her guilty expression before saying, "Oh, Bella... y-you know about her?"
'Tsk, Tsk, what a bitch! I know you are just pretending to feel guilty...' Bella could only curse Jessica in her mind.
"I'm sorry, Bella... But what Tristan and I did to you merely for the best of our family. You can't blame us because you know the reason, right? Sinclair needs a successor. And Tristan is our only hope because he has no siblings." Jessica said regretfully, but Bella could see her ridiculed gaze.
Bella maintained an—I'm not interested—expression as she waited for Jessica to continue speaking.
"I hope you didn't say anything outside about your marriage to my son, Bella. You already sign the papers, right?" Jessica paused to wait for her confirmation. When she saw Bella nod, she smiled again before continuing her words, "You must remember, if you violate the agreement, your family company will be affected..."
Bella laughs in her heart. She never wanted her marriage to Tristan to be known by others, too. This is the best for her because it would be troublesome if the media knew she had a child with Tristan Sinclair, the CEO of Sinclair Corp.
"I understand," Bella said. "Any other thing you want to say?"
Bella didn't want to stay here longer. The more she shared the same air with Jessica, the more suffocated she was.
Jessica was hesitant to ask, but after seeing Bella looked so calm. It made her worry; this girl had other motives. She wanted to make Bella completely disappear from their lives and accept Laura Kiels in their family.
"When are you going to leave this house?" Jessica asked. Before Bella answered, she continued, "I hope you don't stay here too long. Your status is no longer Tristan's wife, and it doesn't feel right if you still live in this house, right!?"
No matter how angry Bella was, she tried to control her emotions. She didn't want to lower herself to fight with this woman.
Bella smiled, looking at Jessica before responding, "Ms. Sinclair, it looks like you didn't know anything..."
Jessica's eyebrows knit, confused when she heard Bella's words. "What do you mean?"
"You can't ask me to leave this house because your son has given this house to me," said Bella. She was amused when she saw Jessica's face look pale as if she had just witnessed a ghost appear in the room. "But you don't need to worry, Ms. Sinclair. Even though your son gave me this house, I will not stay here. Do you want to know why?"
Jessica opened her mouth, but no words came out of her lips. She was too annoyed with Tristan. How could he give this house to this woman!?
"Because I can't stand being around you, Miss Sinclair..." Bella continued, then she stood up from her seat with a smile on her lips. She suddenly felt happy seeing Jessica's expression about to explode.
"Ah, Ms. Sinclair, I'm sorry I can not talk to you longer; I still have a lot to do," Bella turned around and walked while continuing her words, "Ms. Sinclair, you know the door; I won't send you out..." She said without looking at Jessica.
Jessica couldn't believe what had just happened. Her face turned red; her eyes stared sharply at Bella's back as she disappeared behind the door.
This is the first time she has witnessed Bella being impolite to her.
'Did a ghost take over her soul? How dare she have the guts to act like that before me?' Jessica's hands clenched into tight fists. 'Arabella Donovan!! You wait... I will make sure you suffer!'
Jessica stood up from her seat while dialing Tristan's number. She needed to ask her son to cancel this house. She didn't want this house to fall into Bella's hands!
****
Seeing the bedroom she had lived in for the past four years for the last time instantly made Bella feel a little sad.
Many memories were stored in this room, ranging from beautiful memories she would never forget to torturous ones she wanted to forget but couldn't.
Remember those painful memories, enough to make her want to cry, but no tears come out. She could only sigh silently while looking around.
Bella felt this bedroom was empty. She saw no trace of herself in the room after Noora packed her belongings.
Later, her gaze fixed on the bed with white bedding in the middle of the room.
A bitter smile framed her face when she realized the bed was the only place Tristan touched when he came to this room.
Sigh!
Bella took a deep breath before walking to her walk-in closet.
She saw a few beautiful gowns from famous brands still hanging with label tags. She didn't bring all the dresses; Tristan was buying them. The funny thing is that she never wears all the dresses because she has no chance to wear them. Tristan never asks her to accompany him to public events like a gala or party.
After that, Bella walked toward the connecting door between her bedroom and Tristan's.
Looking at the tightly closed door before her, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This door can only be opened freely from Tristan's side. She can't enter Tristan's room because she doesn't know the password.
After taking another deep sigh, Bella slowly moved to the bedside table. Her eyes landed on the diamond ring on her finger. She released the ring and placed it on the table.
"Bye, Tristan!" Bella whispered while holding back the sadness that was starting to swallow her.
Bella turned, walked fast out of the room, and left everything about Tristan there.
When she passed through the main door, she felt gradually better. She no longer felt the despair and sadness that almost overwhelmed her.
Her eyes fixed on Aunty Noora, who opened the car for her.
"Young miss, I will drive," Noora said. Bella didn't utter anything; she nodded and entered the back row. She just wanted to leave that place.
...
A man appeared from the corner when the car left the front yard. He took out his cell phone and made a call.
"Master, Ms. Donovan left with her maid—"
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Sinclair Tower.
On the highest floor of the Sinclair building in the Fort City business center, a man in his early thirties, over 6 feet tall, stood by a glass wall. Even though office hours had long passed, he still looked dashing in a dark gray custom suit—that man was Tristan Sinclair.
A few minutes had passed, and Tristan just stared at his cell phone in his hand after receiving a call from his butler.
He didn't understand why she left the house.
In a rush!
He already stated in his alimony that the house now belongs to her, so she didn't have to move from that house.
"Why did she leave now?" He muttered softly.
...
"Boss," a man's voice could be heard from behind. Tristan turns to look at the door. "Your mother called a few times, but your phone was busy. She asked me to tell you to call her back, something important she needs to tell you..."
Tristan didn't utter anything. He immediately dialed his mother's number. On the first ring, the phone was picked up. Jessica's voice sounded rushed when she greeted him. He could only sigh deeply, hearing his mother without interrupting her.
"Tristan, why did you give our family house to that woman? Why do you decide things like that without telling your mother?" Jessica paused for a moment to take a deep breath; her chest felt tight with anger. "Son, our ancestors will be angry if the house falls to outsiders like her. Please cancel your offer; give that woman money as much as she wants..."
Tristan felt a headache hearing his mother's words. He massaged his eyebrow with one hand while taking a deep breath, "Mother, her name is Bella," he said calmly, trying to correct his mother. "And, Mother... I can't undo what I gave her. The house is hers!"
Tristan is sure Bella left the house in a rush solely because of his mother. He could imagine his mother kicking Bella out of the house. How troublesome!
Jessica flared, hearing Tristan respond, "But Son, how could she live here if you married Laura? She will—"
Veins appeared on Tristan's forehead. He didn't let his mother finish her words, "Mother, I will talk to you later," he ended the call.
After talking to his mother, Tristan continued to pinch his temple to distract himself from his headache; then, he glanced at Dylan, his assistant.
"What happened!?" Tristan asked. He could see Dylan look panicked when he talked on the phone.
Dylan walks toward Tristan. He stops a few steps from him before saying, "Boss, Mr. Turner, calls. He said he needed to speak to you. There's something urgent you need to know."
Tristan frowned, wondering why his lawyer needed to speak to him again. Did something happen with the task he assigned him?
He immediately dial John Turner's phone number.
"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you now," John Turner's voice sounded from the other end. "There's something I need to report."
"You can talk now," Tristan answered while walking to the sofa. He gestured for Dylan to leave him before he sat on the single black leather sofa.
"I just remembered something important I must share with you, Sir. Yesterday, Ms. Donovan asked me to sell the house and all the shares you gave her..." John told him everything that had happened when he had met Bella the previous day.
"Sir, do I need to sell the house as per Ms. Donovan's order? I mean, is it necessary?" John Turner was confused because Bella asked him to sell the house immediately. "Sir, you know the house is on your family property, right? I can't sell the land before consulting directly with you."
The thin lines on Tristan's forehead became increasingly visible. His confusion hadn't disappeared upon learning that Bella was leaving the house, and now he heard that she wanted to sell the house.
Tristan couldn't understand what she was thinking. He had given her a lot of money and expensive property to support her in her old age; why did she still want to sell the house, too? Did she really need that much money to start her new life?
'Huh! What happens to me?' Suddenly, Tristan feels something weird.
This is the first time since he married Bella that he had thought about her. He wanted to know what she would do and what she would think. How strange!
"Sir... are you still there?"
Tristan snapped out of his thoughts when he heard John Turner's voice.
"John, don't sell the house," Tristan finally said. "I need you to check the property price. If you get the market price, transfer the money to her. You have my approval to use my personal funds for that. And... about the share, you can also do the same."
"Yes, sir, I will do as per your instructions."
After talking with John Turner, Tristan didn't do anything but just sat in his seat. His mind filled with thoughts of Bella. Something had never happened to him.
"Why does this woman start to appear in my mind so often?" Tristan silently asks himself. He is confused by a nameless feeling in his heart. This is the first time he has thought about her, and every time her face appears, his heart hurts.
Not finding the answer to his question, Tristan took the landline beside him. "Check where she is now," He ordered his assistant.
"Sir, Miss Kiels is in her apartment now. She texted me just now, asking whether you would come to her house to attend the party." Dylan's sentence stopped when he heard Tristan taking a deep breath.
"Not her, but my wife!" Tristan said coldly.
Dylan was stunned. "S-Sir, y-you mean your ex-wife?" he asked again, afraid he heard wrong.
Tristan was utterly shocked. He clears his throat, "Yes. Her!"
Dylan feels like thunder strikes him; this is the first time his boss has called Bella, his wife. "O-Okay, S-Sir, I will check..." he said immediately before his boss got angry.
Tristan leans on the sofa and closes his eyes, waiting for Dylan to confirm Bella's location.
...
Not long after, the door opened.
"Boss, I found your wife... Ups, I mean... Ms. Donovan," Dylan scolded himself inwardly while walking toward the room, "She's in her old apartment."
Tristan slowly opened his eyes. He sat up straight, fixing his gaze at Dylan.
"Prepare the car; we need to go there now—" He said, then stood up.
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