All Chapters of His Lost Little Lady: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

Impatience flickered in Tristan Spallone's eyes. He yanked at his tie, snapped open his cufflinks, treating me not like his wife but like an opponent he had to bring to heel.His voice was low, heavy with that familiar pressure that always seemed to shrink me. "For a handful of old photos? Anna, don't start with me. I don't have time for this.""I'm serious," I answered evenly, holding his gaze.Tristan didn't bother with words any longer. He closed the distance between us in a few quick strides. Towering over me, he caught my chin and tilted my face up to his. His scent and warmth, the same things that had once unraveled me, now wrapped around me like a snare."Alright, sweetheart. You've been wanting to get our wedding photos taken, haven't you? We'll go once I get through these next few days."It was the same thing again. Every argument, every letdown, always dissolved into that empty promise, as if the words themselves carried a spell strong enough to mend every scar.Trist

Chapter 2

By the time I left the office, I felt hollowed out, as if every bit of strength had been drained from me.When I passed the Spallone clubhouse, grief pressed down on me like a heavy weight. After days of barely eating, my low blood sugar level sent the world spinning. My vision blurred to black, and I caught myself against the wall by the entrance, barely managing to stay upright.Just then, a black Bentley I knew too well eased to a stop at the door. Behind the wheel was Tristan. In the passenger seat sat Winnie, her makeup flawless.Tristan's gaze flicked past me, not stopping for even a beat, as if I were just some random stranger. He yanked the car door open and strode straight into the clubhouse.I had no idea how much time had passed. Cold sweat was pouring down my face, and I was about to pass out when the clubhouse doors finally swung open again.Tristan walked out with two bottles of whiskey dangling from his hand. The instant he saw me still standing there with my head

Chapter 3

My knees gave out as I stepped out of the car. I could barely stay on my feet, let alone walk.Only then did Tristan seem to grasp that I wasn't faking anything. Wordlessly, he scooped me up, carried me into the bedroom, and laid me down with care.The dizziness and weakness I felt clung to me stubbornly. Eyes shut, I didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.Tristan pressed a glass of glucose water to my lips, and in that imperious tone I'd long since grown used to, commanded, "Drink."I drained the glass of glucose water without a word.That was Tristan's modus operandi. He'd let me down, then throw me a scrap of affection as if it made up for everything. The endless whiplash between cold and warmth had left me lost in doubt for five long years.Did he ever truly care about me? Chasing the answer to that question was pathetic, and I'd wasted five years doing it. It was time to wake up.I couldn't be bothered to figure out what was going through his mind. I murmured, "Tha

Chapter 4

One day, Tristan threw a lavish dinner to celebrate Winnie's official appointment.Standing in the banquet hall, he introduced the radiant, trusted aide at his side, his praise and high hopes for her plain in every word. He told everyone to look after her from now on.A murmur rippled through the room.Was this truly the same Tristan who had always been so cold and uncompromising?Meanwhile, I, his wife in name, sat forgotten in a corner, no more than a guest who didn't matter.Tristan's gaze swept the crowd and brushed past me, light as a shadow.Just then, Winnie's heel wobbled beneath her, and she lurched forward.Tristan, who had been calm a moment ago, shifted in an instant. He hurried forward and caught her, his grip firm yet taut with tension.My hand tightened around the stem of my glass. I couldn't stand to watch their closeness for another second. Turning away, I slipped out onto the terrace for air.The cool night breeze made me feel a little better, but it also car

Chapter 5

Meanwhile, Tristan was driving Winnie home. She leaned back in the passenger seat, putting on a frail, helpless act.She murmured, "I honestly don't know why Anna suddenly shoved me like she'd lost it. I didn't do anything."She sighed before continuing, "But don't blame her, either. Honestly, this is on me. I shouldn't have come back. I even made you two fight."While she spoke, she watched Tristan's expression, ever prepared to pin the whole thing on me.He drove in silence, eyes fixed on the road, his jaw set. Before long, he pulled up outside Winnie's building.She unbuckled her seatbelt but didn't immediately step out. Instead, she turned toward him and laid a hand on his arm, blatantly suggestive. "Thanks for the ride, Tristan. Want to come up for a bit?"As soon as she touched him, he flinched, jerking his arm back. He'd moved so quickly that he even surprised himself.Winnie's hand hovered with nowhere to go, her face tightening for a beat before she slipped back into th

Chapter 6

Around noon the next day, Tristan received another call from his underboss."Don Spallone, we've got leads. There's nothing solid yet, but it all points to Winnie Leigh."Tristan immediately ended the call there.Face hardening, he went straight to Winnie's office and shoved the door open. Inside, he found her leisurely sitting in my old chair.The second she saw him, she brightened. "Tristan, you—"He cut her off, voice flat. "Did you fake that photo?"Winnie's smile stiffened. A beat later, she put on a look of wounded innocence. "Tristan, how could you think I'd do that? Why would I spread rumors that would torch my own name? What's in it for me?"Tristan's eyes widened. He then pinned her with a stare. "I haven't even told you about the photo I'm referring to. Why the rush to wash your hands of it?"Panic flickered in Winnie's eyes. Forcing a smile, she said, "It has reached the entire Spallone family. O-Of course, I heard about it too."Tristan just watched her, cold and

Chapter 7

That night, Tristan called for an emergency family council, declared the photo a fake, and insisted he had no intention of divorcing me.Still, everyone had seen how he'd been behaving lately. If he wasn't planning to divorce me, then Winnie was clearly the one trying to come between him and me.Overnight, Winnie, the newly appointed head of intelligence, had been branded the other woman, shunned by everyone.She stepped into the Spallone clubhouse and faced a wall of contempt. A handful of family members whispered amongst themselves. When they noticed her, their voices lifted just enough for her to hear."How shameless! She snatched the job the minute she got back, and now she's going after someone else's husband.""Right? Anna's such a nice person. How did she get dragged into this mess?"Winnie's expression clouded, the hand holding her glass trembling slightly.She turned to leave but ran straight into someone with a glass of red wine. The scarlet liquid drenched the outfit

Chapter 8

I left Tristan behind and went back to my hometown for the first time in five years.When the car pulled into the estate, my eyes stung at the sight of the maids who were there to welcome me home. They were familiar, and yet not.I threw myself into Mom's arms, my voice cracking. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. I'm home now."Back then, I had cut ties with my family just to marry Tristan. Now, looking back, I couldn't believe how reckless and naive I was.Not a word of blame left their lips. They only brushed my hair with a tenderness edged in pain.Dad sighed. "All that matters is that you're back. This will always be your home."…It was one night, about a week later, when I finally told Mom and Dad I was getting a divorce.They shared a look, and Dad said in a low, firm voice, "That punk, Tristan, couldn't hold on to you after all. All the better. A Jovine answers to no one."Mom held my hand, her voice edged with steel. "Good. Divorce him. No one gets to push around a Jovine. I'll m

Chapter 9

"You go on ahead. I'll talk to Tristan alone," I said to Zeke softly.He flashed me a look of concern but respected my decision. He then walked up to Tristan, his expression hardening."Let me remind you. Anna choosing to talk to you doesn't mean you get to do as you please. I don't care who you are. Lay a hand on her, and I won't just stand by. My lawyer will be in touch about the car's compensation."Then, he glanced back at me, his eyes softening. "If you need help, call me anytime."I nodded. "Thanks, Zeke."After Zeke left, it was just Tristan and me in the expansive garage.I looked at his haggard face and evenly said, "I'll tell you why I insist on divorcing you. It's because of that old roll of film containing all your sweet memories of Winnie."It's because you kept promising we'd take our wedding photos, and you left me waiting every single time. It's because you sided with her in front of everyone and turned on me without a thought."With each sentence, Tristan's fac

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