Chapter 15

Francesca couldn't speak. The intimidation that she felt standing in front of this blonde goddess caught her off guard. She couldn't even begin to process what she just heard. 

"Where is he?" The woman asked again, irritated and Francesca pointed silently at the kitchen. 

"Ugh, of course, he's cooking again." the woman pushed against Francesca towards the kitchen, "Tristan, honey?" 

Francesca didn't follow, she remained gobsmacked at what was happening. How was it possible that Tristan forgot to tell her he had a girlfriend? But she shook her head. There must be some sort of explanation for this. Steeling herself, Francesca entered the kitchen only to find the woman on her tiptoes, her lips close to Tristan's. Swallowing a gasp, Francesca backed down from the room. 

"No, wait!" Tristan called out in a panicked voice, chasing Francesca back to the living room. "It's not what you think. She's my ex-girlfriend, okay? There's noth