The cold breeze hit her skin as she stepped out of the mansion with her arms wrapped around herself. She forgot to bring her coat along and it was raining.
The chill went straight to her bones, but she did not care. Riley could not stand one more second inside that house. Not after what she saw.
It felt like a nightmare, but she knew it was real. The portrait on the wall was real. And the man in it was Tristan. His face and his name had not changed. It left her with no choice but to accept the truth she did not want to face.
Tears filled her eyes as she remembered the first time Lilian told her about Tristan. Her friend had been so excited, hoping the relationship would grow into something good because she liked him so much. He seemed almost perfect. Quiet. Gentle. Patient. But none of them knew that behind all of that, he was just like Scott. Or maybe even worse, because at least Scott showed his true colors. Tristan hid everything.
