Chapter 132. My House

Tristan's POV

When I walked up my driveway, I hadn’t expected to see any cars, let alone two. David’s sedan and Cris’s car parked side-by-side like they belonged. My stomach coiled with unease. David had said he was leaving for a business trip this morning. And Cris wanted to look for the old articles her mother wrote. So what the hell was David doing here?

I walked up the few steps, every bone in my body was alert. As soon as the door creaked open, I heard it...a breathless gasp, the faint shuffle of hurried footsteps, and then... A muffled moan.

I didn’t think. I stormed forward, down the hall toward the noise, and there, against the wall, I saw them. Cris, my only daughter, pressed against David's chest, his hand splayed at her waist, their lips locked in a kiss that made my blood boil. Her mini skirt rose up as he held her leg up to his waist