Tristan didn’t return home last night and neither was he home this morning.  I had packed my bags for the so-called honeymoon but still no sign of him. Despite my numerous calls, no response.  “Where is Tristan?” I asked a random man who suddenly approached me.  “I have no idea.” “Gosh, I've been trying to call him since yesterday but no response. What’s going on?”  “I really have no idea. I was only told to drive you to the airport. He said you shouldn’t be late.”  I let out a heavy sigh. “Please pack my bags.”  “Of course, I will.” He bowed politely. I left for our room to give him and another man my bags then locked the door after they left, stripped my clothes off then got into a long black rhine

“Good morning.” I greeted Tristan who was typing away on his laptop. Of course he didn’t respond to me so I walked away, grabbed a nice and comfy dress to wear.  “Wear something else.” Tristan’s deep voice said from behind me. I turned to him but he was still staring at his laptop’s screen.  “Why?”  “We’ll have to attend a party, it’s business-related. So we're going to buy new clothes today, for you to wear to the party. Be ready in twenty minutes.” “I’m sorry about reading your diary last night but I think we have to resolve this misunderstanding.&rdqu

~ TRISTAN ~ “Has she arrived at the hotel yet?”  “Yes, sir.” Rob said with a polite bow of his head, taking his leave.  I heaved a sigh of relief that she had agreed to return. It was so stupid of me to have angrily left her and returned then ask someone to bring her here. Sleep had felt so difficult last night because my mind kept racing through the words I had said to her. Of course I didn’t mean any of them and didn’t intend to say them but I had to. I was starting to get too close to her and I didn’t want that at all.  I got out of the car, walked into the hotel and used an elevator to convey me to our hotel room floor.  I was starting to think I was being excessively mean to her and though I didn’t want it to, it was hurti

~ TRISTAN ~ Thanks to excessive work I had bombarded myself with to stop myself from going crazy— craziness from Hazel, else I would’ve been dead from frustration.   It had been a whole damn week but she was still so cold and annoying towards me, always ignoring me, not responding to me or anything. So frustrating!!! She walked into the hotel, coming from nowhere I knew of. She was always going out without my consent. I didn’t bother to stalk her for her privacy but she was taking things too far and it had to stop. It was almost midnight and she was just arriving.  Constantly raising my head from my laptop to stare at her, I noticed she was arranging her clothes into the travel bag.  “Where have you been?” I gathered enough courage to ask her. I had never been hesitant to talk to anyone in my life

“I hope you aren’t forgetting anything.” Tristan asked.  “No. I don’t think so…” I scanned the entire hotel room but it didn’t seem like anything here belonged to me anymore. “Are you sure?” “I think so. And you aren’t forgetting anything too?”  “I’m Tristan, I don’t forget things at a hotel room— well, except one day I forgot a woman I was supposed to hook up with at a hotel room.” “Are you serious?” I laughed out loud.  “Yes, and it’s all your fault. Let’s go.” He intertwined our fingers, leading me out of the hotel room.  “How is it my fault?” I wondered.  “It was during my 3-month trip to New Zealand.”  &n