The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

"Divorce her… that's my second condition."

Tristan: "..."

'What the f*ck?'

Tristan couldn't believe what he had just heard from Clifford.

'Divorcing my wife?! I'm not insane to do that!'

Clifford sneered at Tristan seeing his expression.

"I thought you were willing to do everything just to protect your wife. Was it a lie? Can't you even do this simple thing for her? Do you really want to ruin her life? Are you that selfish, Tristan?" Clifford targeted him using his words.

Tristan glanced at him with his sharp eyes.

"Clifford Sy… do you think I will buy that bullshit?! Divorcing my wife?! Hah, you wish."

"Let me clear this thing up for you! I am not the one being selfish here. But you! I am not ruining her life. But You!" Tristan yelled at him.

"Asking me to divorce my wife is like asking me to kill myself! Why don't I just kill you instead and push you here at the rooftop?!" Tristan said angrily.

"Well, if you do that I will die happily as well, knowing that you will be put behind bars forever. You can't also be with your wife." Clifford said, with a taunting smile on his face.

The two suddenly fell silent. They just stared at each other sharply.

After a while, Clifford Sy decided to break the silence.

"I think we are done talking here. Just think it over, Tristan. I will give you three days to consider my proposal. If you meet my two conditions, I promise you… you will never see those photos again." Clifford said, before turning back to leave.

"F*ck you, Clifford! I will never divorce my wife!"

Clifford was already walking to the exit door of the rooftop.

He waved his hand nonchalantly before saying, "Alright! Then expect to see those photos in the different online sites... after three days. I have nothing to lose here, Tristan."

Tristan cursed Clifford over and over again. He even kicked the wall beside him. When Clifford was gone, Tristan screamed to let out his anger!

"Aaaaaaah! DAMNIT! F*ck you, Clifford!!!!"

He really had the urge to push Clifford a while ago.

'Damn, I did really think of killing him! F*ck! Why is he doing this to me and my wife!'

Tristan slumped his body on the floor. He sat there,  not knowing what he would do. He needed to think of a way to stop Clifford from revealing those photos in the public.

He didn't want Zhen-Zhen to be a target of hatred of those judgmental people. He wanted to protect her but divorcing her was not an option.

He couldn't do that. Once he did it then he would lose her. Losing her also meant losing his life. Zhen-Zhen was more precious than his own life. He couldn't afford to lose her.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Tristan kept asking himself as he tugged his hair tightly.

*****

~ At the Davis Family Mansion ~

Zhen-Zhen kept looking at the entrance door, waiting for Tristan to come home. It was already nighttime but Tristan hadn't returned yet.

Grandpa Lu told Zhen-Zhen that Tristan didn't come to the company. Jake and Blake were also there at the mansion, waiting for Tristan.

It had been three hours since they got separated. They wondered what took him so long to return.

They couldn't tell Zhen-Zhen that Tristan was detained in the Police Station because he beat Clifford. And after being released, Clifford came to talk to him.

They could also see that Zhen-Zhen was already worrying about Tristan. They tried calling him but he was not answering. His phone was already unattended.

Zhen-Zhen, who could no longer wait, talked to FaMo through a mind link.

"FaMo, can you search for Tristan? And bring him back? I just want to make sure that nothing bad happens to him. I wanna do it myself but I doubt if Grandpa Lu and Tristan's parents will allow me to leave the house."

"I can't leave secretly as well because they keep on checking me from time to time." Zhen-Zhen sighed deeply.

"Although Jake and Blake reassured me that nothing was wrong, I could feel that they were hiding something from me."

Zhen-Zhen could feel the strange behavior of the twins, especially Jake. It seemed like there was something he was dying to tell her but he couldn't.

He also noticed the warning look Blake was giving his twin brother whenever Jake would try to open his mouth.

Blake was aware that Jake had a blabbering mouth. He was keeping an eye on him, afraid he would say something he was not supposed to.

Tristan should be the one to talk to his wife. It would be better if it would come from his mouth, instead of others.

Meanwhile, FaMo jumped off the sofa after hearing Zhen-Zhen's request.

"Ok, Zhen-Zhen. I will find your troublesome husband. I am also worried about him. He was not looking good when he left the house this afternoon."

"Okay, FaMo, thank you. Please find Tristan for me." Zhen-Zhen said with her pleading voice.

"Don't worry too much. It's not good for your health and your baby's health if you will get stressed."

"Yes, I understand. Just bring him back here, okay?"

"Ok, Zhen-Zhen. I gotta go. See you later. I will bring him back." FaMo said before going out to find a better place where he could try locating Tristan's aura.

He still had a connection with him so he could easily find him. He would teleport to his location as soon as he found his whereabouts.

Meanwhile, the person whom they were looking for was traversing on the noisy streets of the City.

Tristan just kept walking and walking in the busy street with his troubled expression. He didn't even notice the time.

He just walked without a clear destination in mind. He kept thinking about what to do but his mind was not working. His heart was already filled with anxiety.

He kept blaming himself. Clifford hated him for what happened in the past. And now, he was taking revenge using Zhen-Zhen.

Tristan crossed the road absentmindedly. It was already too late when he noticed that there was a car fast approaching him.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The driver still tried to warn him. But Tristan was already rooted in his spot. He was blinded by the headlight of the car and it's too late for him to avoid it.

CRASH!

A loud screeching sound of tires was heard in the road.