Meeting Tristan's family

Alyssa Watson 

My eyelashes blinked and I scoffed, my face was struck with an unbelievable look.

  "These people are more despicable than I thought,"

Since they want to play some games, then I will do them the honor of being their opponent. I sat on the chair and massaged my fingers. I opened an anonymous I*******m account and posted one of the pictures I saw on Alyssa Arnold's phone. It was a picture of Tristan and Chloe kissing secretly.

There were a lot of secrets on the phone and it left me wondering how many secrets Alyssa died with.

   "Hello, Citizens of England. This is Tristan. Despite being a married man, he is still kissing the country's number-one model, Clara Banks. Can you see how shameless the two can be?" After making sure there were no traces or mistakes in the caption. I clicked the post option and it went live.

   "Hahaha!" I laughed hysterically and dropped the phone on the table. I placed my legs on the table and rested my head on the chair comfortably, swirling it left and right. The feeling of revenge is underestimated. It is so good.

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, a call came in. "Mother-in-law," was the name of the caller.

I sneered when I saw it was Tristan's mother. Who knows? She might be aware of her son's scandalous act.

Hesitantly, I picked up the call and a worried tone filled my ears. "Aigoo! My daughter. I was worried you'd harmed yourself after leaving here the other night. Where are you now? Come to the old house immediately," 

I was speechless. Harm myself? But why? I was engrossed in the thought when her womanly voice came again, "Are you there?"

   "Ah! Y... Yes. I will ask someone to bring me there later today," I answered, trying not to raise her suspicions.

There was silence on the other side of the phone before she broke it again, "Are you sure things are fine over there?

   "Ah! Ye... Yeah... Things are good," I smiled over the phone and hung up before she could say something else. 

My heart thumped heavily, how do I get to where the old house is located? None of the workers here had regard for me and I doubt if they would accept to take me there. That is if I do not look like a mad woman to them.

I went back to the closet and after a thorough search, I found a short sky-blue dress that wasn't too big, though not fitted. I matched it with a silver high heel shoe and a silver purse. I packed my hair into a ponytail and fixed a silver pin to the side of the hair. I opened her jewelry drawer and picked a pearl necklace that I wore on my neck. 

Now, I was all ready without makeup, and I swear I looked like a model.

Getting downstairs, I met one of the maids cleaning the living room. Unlike other maids who will throw me hateful glares, she humbly greeted me, smiling at me.

   "Good afternoon, Mrs. Alyssa,"

   "Huh... Good afternoon," I answered back. I decided to ask her for help since she was the coolest out of the workers.

  "Can you take me to the old house?" I asked. 

She looked at me confusingly, I chuckled and continued, "I mean, I don't want to go alone today. I just needed someone who could drive me there," 

  "Is Matthew not at work today?" She gave me a suspecting look. 

   "Who is Matthew?"

   "Your driver!" She answered.

I forced a peal of laughter to hide my awkwardness. "My bad! I was just pulling your legs," 

When I said that, her suspecting look changed into a smile and she puffed relaxedly. "Let me take your purse," She took my purse from me and led me to where Matthew was.

Matthew bowed humbly when he saw me. He took the purse from her, opened the door for me to hop in and he went to sit in the driver seat after he was sure I was sitting comfortably. 

   "Please, take me to the old house," I said, he nodded, started the car, and zoomed off. Only then, did I realize I have been holding my breath because the whiff I let out was audible.

After 45 minutes of driving, the car stopped in front of the old house and I got out of the car. A woman in her late 50s rushed out of the house as soon as I hopped out of the car and she pulled me into a hug. 

   "My darling! I have missed you so much," She embraced me tightly. I was so shocked because I wasn't expecting it, so it took me a while before I hugged her back to evade any suspicion.

   "Wow!!! I didn't know my daughter in law is this beautiful," 

She complimented, turning me around while holding my hand. I chuckled nervously.

She took me inside and there, I met Tristan's father. Though he was in his 60s, he still looked handsome. I discovered where Tristan got his looks from. His family's genes must be so strong.

   "Come. Come and sit beside me," The old man patted the empty seat beside him. I giggled anxiously and did as he instructed.

   "You are beautiful, Alyssa," He let out, making my face flush. I lowered my head to hide my crimson-red face. This man would be a heart wrecker in his youth. How can I blush because an old man like him complimented my looks?

   "You look 20, sir," 

I said and we all laughed. As if they remembered something, they stopped and looked at me suspiciously.

   "Honey! Don't you think this isn't our Alyssa?" Tristan's mother said, clicking her tongue and my heart beat faster. I trembled inwardly. Thankfully, with the couch I was sitting on, I was able to control myself from falling.

   "What!" I uttered, looking at her with broadened eyes.