Listening to Tristan Grayson, her eyes red, she retorted, "I didn't contact any reporters."
"You think I'd believe anything a woman like you says?"
"Whether you believe me or not, I didn't do it, and that's that—"
Before she could finish yelling, he had already hung up.
She curled up on the sofa, hugging herself as she began to cry. 'Why does Tristan Grayson have to slander me like this? Just because I love him, does that mean I have to be inferior to him?'
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In the hospital room, Maggie Monroe scrolled through her phone, her face growing increasingly pale.
She desperately didn't want to believe it was true.
But Tristan's recent behavior had indeed made her suspicious.
In the past, even when Tristan was on the phone with that woman, he wouldn't leave the room to take the call. But now, whenever his phone rang, he would step out to answer it.
