A lie in church. ON RADISH

6-Broken

Listen to You Broke Me First by Tate McRae

I stared blankly at what I had done, and to be honest, I wasn't satisfied. I heard running footsteps.

"Well, that was quick." I grinned when Tristan appeared.

His honey-blond hair was tousled at the top, and a few strands fell over his forehead. He was still in his wedding suit, but the jacket was gone. His white button-up was still creased sharply and tucked into his pants. A fair guy with a lovely shade of black hair stood behind him; that must be the friend he had been out with.

He was slightly taller than Tristan and lean with just the right amount of muscle. His dark hair contrasted with his warm gray eyes. He reminded me of a male model I'd once had a crush on. He had a face I'd seen on a magazine cover with a casual outfit on and way too many rings on his fingers. But they suited him so well.

"Shit! She is really pissed," his friend said, folding his arms with an amused smile.

Tristan looked like he'd just seen a ghost. His lips parted slowly and then closed back, like he didn't know what to say. Running his hand down his face, he growled slightly. His eyes darted to my direction.

"What did you do?"

Was he blind?

"Oh, my bad. I'm just having a pregnancy tantrum right now. I'm carrying your child, remember?" My eyes held his in an intense stare.

He sighed and turned away from me, mumbling incoherent words to himself as he stared up at the ceiling.

"I asked for a few hours. I will fix this," he said, facing me. His eyes kept darting to the damaged paintings, and his fist clenched.

"Well, I was fuming in rage when I got here, and I needed to cool off. I came across these ugly paintings and the awards." I faked a smile.

"Ugly?" He cocked a neat eyebrow at me, staring like I was too dumb to differentiate between beans and pebbles.

"Do you know how valuable each of those paintings were?" His forehead creased, and his nostrils flared as he stared down at me.

I stood up and took slow steps toward him. I stepped on something, but I kept moving. "Valuable?" I laughed. I was on the verge of exploding.

I felt something pierce my foot, but I ignored it, moving closer.

"Are you comparing my life to that piece of crap?" I didn't want to feel intimidated by his height, so I maintained a safe distance between us.

His face grew stern at my words, distinct veins appearing on his neck. I was satisfied, yet still, it wasn't enough.

"You were the one who went overboard, Tristan. You took your lie too far!" Wow, all this yelling was making my head hurt.