Am I Wrong?

Sophia looked confused and surprised when Tristan unexpectedly kissed her instead. Moreover, without the slightest awkwardness, the man moved his lips over Sophia's. Softly mashed, tasting the various flavors that were there. The hatred that Tristan usually displayed was not the least bit visible tonight. Maybe because of the influence of too much alcohol, the man behaved differently than usual.

"Tristan, what are you doing?"

"Of course kissing you. Why take so long to answer a question like that?" Tristan complained after breaking the kiss. The man's finger seemed to gently caress Sophia's lips which were wet from his kiss. "Is my question too difficult for you, hmm?"

Sophia fell silent again. At that moment, his brain suddenly went blank. She had already stringed words together to answer her husband's question.

"Tristan, you're drunk. We'd better end this pointless chatter."

"I'm not drunk, Sophia," the man insisted with a chuckle.

"If you weren't drunk, how could you be acting weird like this."

"Strange what do you mean? I'm fine."

Sophia then tried to ward off Tristan's hands holding her face. She thought there was no point in talking at length with drunk people.

However, instead of letting go, the man pulled their bodies closer together to reduce the distance between them. He gently pulled Sophia's face back without permission to place a deep kiss, even more, demanding than before. Tristan kept trying to make out, forcing Sophia to get back at her for what he did.

"Tristan, stop it!"

Sophia tugged at her face as she gently pushed the blue-eyed man's chest. Tristan immediately grabbed Sophia's wrist as he stood up and was about to walk away. Seconds later, he pulled her slowly as if to stop her from going anywhere.

"Sophia... do you hate me that much?"

Standing up and not looking back, Sophia convinced herself to answer the man's question. "Yes," said Sophia. "I hate you so much, Tristan. I hate everything you've done to me."

From the tone of her voice, there was deep disappointment in Sophia. "Just so you know, I hate it for being so stupid to choose you as a husband. It's a waste of time to love a crazy person like you."

"Crazy person?" From her ears, Sophia could hear how Tristan had been chuckling for a while. Seconds later, the laughter slowly disappeared. Replaced by a hoarse voice.

"Does God also hate me so much right now? What kind of sin have I actually committed to make my life this miserable?"

In that second, without letting go of Tristan's hands, Sophia slowly turned to look directly at his husband's face. A sad expression laced with extreme disappointment became the sight in Sophia's eyes at this time.

"What do you mean?" Sophia looked confused. To understand the meaning of his husband's words, she again decided to sit next to the man.

"For some reason, I believe that from birth God has hated me."

This time Sophia could see how Tristan was smiling blandly. From the look in his eyes, he looked like he was lost. Tristan, who used to look strong, was now nothing more than a fragile human who needed a place to lean on.

"For God's sake, I don't understand what you're saying," Sophia replied.

Tristan seemed to be breathing slowly. Looking straight ahead with a wistful gaze, then spoke again.

"You know? From childhood, I was very close to Papa. For some reason, I admired his very intelligent, firm and authoritative figure. In the past, anyone who asked me about my goals, I always said I wanted to be a person like Papa. It's funny. But, I'm not satisfied that I know her yet, Mama even sent me all the way abroad. Honestly, Sophia. At that time I was very sad. I even went on a hunger strike and talked for a few days."

Sophia could see how Tristan, with his eyes slightly closed, smiling amusedly, told how his behavior was a little childish. The man was silent for a moment before finally speaking again.

"But, my world suddenly felt shattered. I, who was in school then, received news that Papa had an accident. At first, I tried to think positively. Papa will be fine. I'll be back to good health. That guess was a big mistake. Just hours after visiting, he was gone for good. I'm heartbroken, Sophia. I feel lost. And ..." Tristan looked down for a moment. Again take a breath. Brace yourself, then continue the story. "I thought the sadness would end there. A few months later, it was Mama's turn to leave me. I'm alone, Sophia. I have no one. Am I too despicable that God took my parents in such a short time? what did I do wrong in the past that God did all this."

"Tristan..." Sophia called. She couldn't bear to hear how the man spoke so sadly.

"You can't think like that."

Tristan turned his head, then narrowed his eyes.

"Then what should I think? Back then, after Papa and Mama left, I don't know how many times I tried to end my life. I admit that Uncle Olivier is the only person who cares about my situation, even to this moment. But who would have thought that he would turn out to be betraying Papa? Or maybe even the person who had a big hand in Papa's death."

For the sake of hearing those words, Sophia's throat suddenly tightened. Her mind immediately drifted, recalling his father's words when he overheard them in his office the other day.

"I'm curious, Adrian. How will Tristan react when he finds out that Raphael, whom he has been proud of, has an affair with his mother. Especially if he finds out that Raphael also caused Andrew to lose his life."

"I'll bet your daughter-in-law must be in shock."

Not only Tristan but Sophia, who almost completely heard her father's conversation, was also taken aback. Not to mention another secret that his father had kept tightly for so long. For the sake of hearing all these facts, Sophia has been making it hard to sleep until this moment because of the thought. And now, suddenly, Tristan was discussing it in front of her.

"Sophia..." Tristan called softly. Ask the woman to look closely at him. "Do you think I shouldn't feel happy? Why did everyone I love leave me one by one? I'm alone, Sophia. I have no one else in this world"

Sophia was again made to gasp when for the first time, she saw Tristan, who had been so arrogant, shed tears. Feelings of pain and disappointment shone clearly from the look in his eyes that were getting increasingly sad.

Really, despite the hatred, Sophia couldn't stand Tristan behaving like that. From this, he also knew that behind the man's hard heart, it turned out that a big gaping wound was very difficult to patch.

"You're not alone, Tristan." Sophia gave a smile. Trying to convince Tristan not to continue to dissolve in his sadness. "Who said you were alone? Many people love you. Don't forget Jacob, Nicholas, and Edward, who even consider you more than just a brother."

Tristan nodded. He almost forgot that he had a friend who loved him so much all this time. "But why isn't there your name, Sophia? Aren't you---"

Tristan suddenly hung his sentence for a moment. The man later corrected what he had just said while laughing softly.

"Geez, why am I so stupid. It was clear before you mentioned that you hated me so much. Besides, I don't deserve to be loved. I've done too many wrongs for you, Sophia."

With Tristan's slurs becoming increasingly incoherent, Sophia consciously grabbed the man's face. Silencing any ramblings, Tristan might have thrown into one deep kiss.

At the same time, the semi-conscious Tristan didn't resist in the slightest. The man even squirmed back, moving his lips there. Although this is not the first time, Sophia believes that this kiss is Tristan's first kiss full of feelings and tenderness. So intoxicating. Even capable of making Sophia involuntarily close her eyes.

With the remaining sanity, Tristan spent a long time enjoying their intimate moments, slowly leading Sophia to lay down on the bed. Without removing his lips, the man stripped the nightgown attached to his wife's body until it came off perfectly. There was not the slightest resistance from Sophia. The woman seemed resigned to accepting whatever Tristan did to her.

Even though she's seen it so many times, for some reason, Sophia's body always manages to make Tristan stunned. He continued to carry his eyes along every curve of his wife's body as if enchanted by sight before his eyes.

"You know, Sophia," Tristan whispered as he kissed his wife's back and neck. "I hate it when you show your beautiful body to others. I hate it when other men look at your body with lustful eyes. You are mine, Sophia. Only mine."

Then the next second, Tristan also took off all his clothes and returned to rubbing passionately. So adoring, even without hesitation, he ran his lips over every inch of Sophia's body. Unite each other as if reluctant to be separated.

He wanted every feeling his wife gave him to stick clearly in his body's nerves. Putting aside the ego, Sophia often even replied to what Tristan did. Even though the hatred was real, he wanted to be selfish for once, to feel Tristan's treatment which seemed different from before. Sweat was pouring down, drenching their innocent bodies.

Until then, Tristan and Sophia felt the same sensation. The intoxicating sensation made the two decide to hug each other.

***

At five in the morning, Sophia woke up from sleep. Blinking repeatedly, he finally realized that he was currently in Tristan's arms without wearing any clothes.

In the morning's silence, Sophia slowly tried to look up to see the handsome face of Tristan, who was still fast asleep. With all the admiration in her eyes, she realized then thought that her husband was a priceless masterpiece God created in this world.

If only your attitude had not changed, I could swear I would be the luckiest woman on this earth. You're close to perfect, Tristan. It's a shame what happened in the past made us both like water and fire, unable to blend in with each other.

With almost teary eyes, Sophia stretched out her hand. Dare to rub Tristan's handsome face slowly. Instead of waking up, a small moan was heard from the man's lips. Repeatedly Sophia brought her hand to gently stroke her husband's hair up to his jaw, making Tristan look even more comfortable.

The man seemed to be fast asleep. Either because they are sleepy or tired from their previous hot love affair. When remembering last night's events, a smile returned to Sophia's beautiful face. She didn't expect to be treated so sweetly and lovingly. Much different from how she felt on the first night of the two.

Sophia wasn't exaggerating. She was sure that after Tristan woke up from sleep, their relationship would be as tenuous as ever. After all, there is a big reason that the relationship between the two of them will never be able to unite in the end.

For that, before leaving, Sophia satisfied herself. Once again, she slowly turned her face to kiss Tristan's cheeks gently. Having had enough, she carefully shifted position. Trying to break free, she inched out of bed and walked slowly to the bathroom.

Exactly as Sophia had expected. When it was time for breakfast, Tristan was as cool as ever. Just eat the food served while having a light conversation with Aurora.

"Emaar Properties has asked Foxtail to submit a report regarding the master plan for the tower to the north. Do you think we will be able to provide it soon?" asked Aurora, taking a sip of the American Sandwich in her hand.

"It's not a difficult thing, Aurora. Until the office, you just order the planning and civil division to make it immediately. I'm sure, it will only take less than a week to finish it," said Tristan without taking his eyes off the tablet he placed right next to the glass. water.

"Okay. That means this one business is clear. It's just a matter of finalizing the other deadlines."

Aurora then gulped down the orange juice in front of her. Then grabbed the shopper bag that was on the next seat, getting ready to go to work. "Tristan, can I ride with you today?" Tristan looked up, and the man nodded.

"Sure. Then we're leaving now." Before actually leaving, Aurora cast a glance at Sophia. Smiling, the beautiful woman spoke again.

"Sophia, don't you have a photo shoot today?" Sophia nodded immediately.

"Yeah, today I do have some work to finish."

"Do you want to come with us?" offered Aurora in a friendly manner.

"I---"

"No need, Aurora," Tristan said quickly. "Sophia already has a chauffeur and bodyguard. Why bother delivering them again."

"But, Tristan----"

"Hurry to the car." Tristan, who had stood up from his seat again, cut Aurora's words. "I have a lot of work today to finish."

Tristan then left without even looking at his wife. I don't know if the man remembers it or forgot it on purpose, even though they hugged each other intimately, exchanged sweats, and even shared the same blanket last night.

And now? His attitude changed 180 degrees again. But no problem. For Sophia, being able to briefly kiss Tristan's cheeks before he woke was more than enough for her.

Tristan himself, as soon as he arrived at the office, immediately resumed his work. Trying to forget for a moment all the problems he was facing.

Trying to refocus on completing several tenders that have been included in the deadline schedule, which must be completed this week. He had only been focused on completing his work for an hour, from the direction of Mario's door, who at that time also brought one guest. A man who is no longer young whose presence Tristan has been waiting for for some time.

Smiling, Tristan got up and moved his position towards the sofa on one side of the room. Before getting ready to sit down, he held out his hand, politely inviting his guest to shake hands.

"Detective Joseph, it's a pleasure to finally welcome you here." The man smiled, then accepted Tristan's hand while speaking casually.

"Thank you, Mr. Tristan for trusting me for using my services. Are you ready to hear the news I bring?"

Tristan nodded confidently. Can't wait to hear more facts about what he will know this time.