YELENA
The moment Tristan stepped into my office the next day, I was already on my feet.
I didn’t even know how it happened. One second I was sitting, the next I was standing, as if my body had decided before my brain caught up. I had unblocked him and messaged him. Told him to come. And just like always, he didn’t waste time.
Typical Tristan.
I grabbed the flowers from the vase before he could even say my name.
Then I hit him with them.
Right on his chest.
Again.
And again.
His smile vanished so fast it almost satisfied me. Shock crossed his face, then confusion, then something darker.
“What the hell is this, Tristan?” I yelled, my voice shaking even as I tried to keep it strong. “Why would you send these flowers? These same things you never did for me when we were married... no
