All Chapters of Married to the Devil: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Tristan’s POVAbuela was right. Natasha had no idea why I was upset. I heard her crying last night—the muffled sound coming through the walls while I stood on the balcony. I had every intention of going to her then, but I stayed outside until the crying stopped. I had planned to finally talk to her over breakfast. Instead, she was the one avoiding me. She left the house without saying where she was heading. If I had to guess, she went to Ananya's. Now the house was quiet again, and I was still carrying the weight of what I’d overheard at the gala.It was already getting late, and she still hadn’t come home. I glanced at the time on my phone. It was past seven p.m. She should have been back by now. I dialed her number. It rang repeatedly, but she didn’t answer. I tried a second time. Same result. Then I sent her a text. Where are you, Natasha?I sent another immediately. Just come home, please?I waited for just half a minute, then sent one more. Should I file a missing person

Natasha’s POVTristan had been staring at me for what felt like forever. “What?” I frowned. He tilted his head, studying me while I dressed.“Is it just me…”“What, Tristan?”“…or are your breasts…” His brows knitted together. “… fuller?”I tutted, looking down at myself. “What are your eyes even doing there, Tristan?”He buttoned his cuffs. “They’re right there. Can you blame me? Besides, have you seen yourself lately? It’s hard not to stare at my wife.”I rolled my eyes. “You act like a shameless man.”He stepped closer to me. “It’s not an act, Mrs. Castillo.” His hands found my waist. “By the way, where are you going this morning?”I threw my arms around him. “The hospital.”His expression shifted. “Why? What’s wrong? Are you still throwing up?”“Not as much.” I shrugged. “Just… a general checkup.”“Do you want me to come with you?”“No.” I shook my head. “It’s fine, Tristan.” “You know I don’t mind, baby.”I frowned. “Baby? From you? That sounds odd.”He laughed softly. “Yeah, y

Tristan’s POV“If you don’t let me go, I swear to God I’ll step in front of the next moving car”I stopped in my tracks. “You won’t do that.”Would she? Natasha turned toward the road. “Watch me.”My life flashed before my eyes. “Natash—”“I mean it, Tristan.”I froze. Every instinct screamed at me to go after her, but I couldn’t risk it. Not when she was this emotional. If I pushed too hard… she actually might do it. So I stood there, hands buried in my pockets, forcing myself not to move. It was killing me to watch her leave. But if letting her leave meant she stayed alive, then I’d let her hate me for today. She flagged down another taxi and climbed inside. The taxi drove off. I memorized the taxi’s plate number KX4-7P9—before it disappeared around the corner. I walked over to my car, got in, started the engine and tailed the cab. The moment I was on the road, I reached for my phone and dialed Daniel. “Tristan.”“Natasha’s car is by the road,” I said, gripping the wheel ti

Tristan’s POV“Mr. Castillo,” my secretary called as she hurried to keep up with me. “Good thing you’re here. We have a client from Pennsylvania who needs a shipment delivered to Ireland by next week. It’s mostly supplements. We haven’t confirmed the booking yet.”“Schedule a call with them,” I replied without breaking stride. “We’ll need to discuss an alternative route."She nodded. “Okay, sir. Should I inform the logistics team?”“After the call,” I said. “If they agree to the revised route, have operations prepare a new quotation and let logistics take it from there.”“Alright, sir. After you.”She led me to the conference room. I stepped inside and took my seat at the head of the table. She set up the screen for the meeting. My secretary connected the line and stepped out, closing the door behind her. The call connected after four rings. A middle-aged woman appeared on the screen. “Mr. Castillo,” she greeted. “Thanks for making time.”I leaned back in my chair, glancing at my wr