Narrator
“Isabel,” he called out, a bit taken aback by her presence. He had thought that maybe Isabel had gone to work before he would be back. He didn’t expect to see her home.
“Who is she?” Isabella asked her gaze moving from the lady who sat on the couch to their hands which connected…
“This is Emily,” Tristan took his hands away from her immediately and introduced Isabella to her.
“And Emily, this is Isabella,” he said simply without an addition. Isabella stumbled backwards shocked by his introduction. Tristan never introduced her as just Isabella, he did not waste any opportunity to flaunt their relationship or point out that they were married. But here he was in front of this lady and had just called her name and said nothing further.
“Nice to meet you,” Emily smiled at her, and stretched her hands towards Isabella but she didn’t even glance at it and completely ignored her hands.
“What’s going on?” She asked immediately and turned to stare at the lady with black hair, and brown eyes. She had light skin that glowed, making Isabella gaze at her standing beside Tristan.
“What do you mean?” Tristan raised his brows at her, confused by what she meant by that question.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” Isabella pulled him away from Emily, a good distance to ensure she wasn’t listening to their conversation.
“Who is she?” She whispered at him, and immediately the first thing he did, was to pull away from her hold, causing her to chuckle.
“It was fine when the brown-eyed held your hands?” She said to him out of anger.
“Hey, her name is Emily, and I’d appreciate it if you could address her that way?” He raised his voice at her, and she blinked her eyes repeatedly trying to comprehend what just happened.
“Unbelievable,” she gasped and stared at him.
“Seriously Tristan,” she commented, a bit hurt by the way he had spoken to her a moment ago.
“Who is she to you anyway? ,” She asked and stared into his eyes, waiting for the most heart-wrenching response ever.
“She’s my best friend and she is kind of going through a lot right now, “he said calmly and he looked at me before releasing a deep breath.
“Oh okay, so you’re kind of helping her,” She smiled and he didn’t say anything else.
“Just making sure she’s okay, that’s all,” He said nervously and scratched the back of his neck too.
“Okay, so she’s staying here with us?” She asked again…
“Yes,”
“First you went on a trip without telling me, then you showed up with a girl, ” She whispered and tried not to be loud so she wouldn’t hear.
“I don’t think you’re wrong. But can we talk about this matter later? I will talk about this later okay, ” He said and walked back to Emily leaving Isabella dumbfounded as she went to the kitchen a little pissed. She sat on the table and ate her food grumpily before leaving for work.
She gazed at them as she walked through the living room, watching him talk inaudibly to her as they laughed their asses out, as she walked through leaving the house.
“I didn’t care,” She clicked her tongue and told that lie to herself while staring at her with curiosity. She gazes over her shoulder looking at the glass, and staring at the empty seat in Tristan’s office.
“Won’t he come in today?” She thought pissed by his absence like she was the boss of him, but that wasn’t the case here as it was the other way around.
And just like she was still in that thought, the elevator door opened revealing Tristan and Emily as they walked out of the elevator. She smiled as she saw him, and Isabella gave Emily a glare keeping a straight face.
“She works here?” She touched Tristan on his chest, as if wrapping her hands around him wasn’t enough already.
“Yes, she’s my assistant,” Tristan responded to Emily, and Isabella just nodded her head in a way that said something clicked, like she had realized he didn’t introduce her as his wife
She didn’t know how long Emily was going to stay, but before she even started staying, she already wanted her out of their lives.
In her own words, Tristan and herself were doing better and now Emily showed up, and she couldn’t tell what would happen next. But that wasn’t true, they had barely been able to get over their space and fight from last week.
“You brought her to work?” She turned to Tristan but he had barely heard her amidst his conversation with Emily as they walked to his office. She looked dumbfounded and shocked as to why Emily was there cause it didn’t make any sense at all.
Isabella stayed at her cubicle, using most of her time to stare at the glass of Tristan’s office, to know whatever they were doing. Tristan though was in front of his laptop and was chatting away while working too. She saw him smile, and laughed freely, making her very angry at that sight.
Lunch break came and Isabella watched Tristan take Emily out and ignored her completely. She stared as they laughed and went on to have lunch at a fine establishment without inviting her.
She dragged her feet to the cafeteria. She sat on a table far from where the others were and she could hear them talking about her and the situation with the new girl.
“Did you see the girl with Mr. Tristan?” The lady at the receptionist whispered to Isabella hearing.
“I thought he was married to his assistant,” Another stated.
“Do you think he is maybe seeing other women and cheating on her, ” Isabella gripped her fork and tighten, and she looked in their direction pissed, even though they barely noticed her presence.
“You know, a guy came with flowers to see her, ” A girl had whispered to the other ladies on the table, and Isabella could hear them.
“I’m pretty sure she’s cheating on him,” One added…
“Or maybe they both are,” Another added and they all laughed hysterically about it…
“You really should mind the way you talk about me or my husband,” Isabella banged her hands on the table, giving a fright to everyone in the cafeteria.
“Unless you all want to get fired,” She stood on her feet and walked to their table, giving them a heart attack. They didn’t know she was behind them listening to the comment they made about her. They were utterly scared, and the way she looked at them in annoyance frightened them.
“Next time, less talking and more eating,” She took her hands off their table.
“Am I clear?” She widened her eyes, and looked at each one of them, taking mental notes on their faces.
“Yes ma’am,” they said while fidgeting on their seat.
“Good,” She commented and started to walk off the cafeteria. She rushed to the bathroom and held her chest while resting her hands on the sink as she tried to catch her breath.
“Where did I get the courage to do that?” She looked at herself in the mirror, as the pace of her breathing reduced, unlike before when she was panting.
“Why did I even care?” She asked herself and turned on the tap, letting the water pour on her hands.
“You can go to hell for all I care, Tristan,” She whispered frustrated while rubbing her palms in anger.
“Ahh,” She shrieked and splashed water on the mirror, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. She turned off the tap dried her hands and walked out of the bathroom whispering to herself. “I don’t care about Emily,” she told herself, even though deep down her knee that she cared…