My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 565

Tristan Davis spat out the word, cold and sharp.

Cynthia Rivera froze.

Tristan had never, not once, been this harsh with her.

Never.

His eyes were fierce, his expression and tone just as unforgiving.

But when it came to Emily Blair in his arms, he was gentle to the core, constantly glancing down to check on her, worry furrowing his brow and refusing to let go.

He had never treated Cynthia this way.

He must really care for Emily. You only act like that when you truly love someone.

Cornered, Cynthia pressed her back against the wall, staring numbly as Tristan carried Emily further and further away.

She stood there, dazed, watching until his figure finally disappeared, unable to tear her eyes away.

“Cynthia, are you alright?”

It was Isabella Austin’s voice that finally made Cynthia turn her stiff neck and lower her head.

Tears slipped down her cheeks.

Her voice trembled, full of wounded indignation. “How could he treat me like that?”

Isabella stepped forward, gently patting Cynthia’s shoulder.

Cynthia looked up at her, still hurt, her gaze searching for validation.

“Isabella, don’t you think they were out of line? Why is Tristan always taking Emily’s side? What does he even see in a woman like her?”

“I don’t ever want to like him again. He’s gone too far. How could he be so cruel to me?”

“I know. Just try to calm down,” Isabella murmured softly.

Cynthia hugged her arms around herself, crying for a long while as Isabella tried to comfort her. Eventually, she quieted, though her eyes remained red and swollen.

Tonight was destined to be a chaotic, sleepless night.

But he didn’t. He’d never held her accountable. Instead, he’d stood by her, blaming Emily.

For the past five years, she and Andrew had lived in polite harmony, never once fighting.

He’d always treated her better than anyone else.

Isabella was sure Andrew would never believe Emily’s slander so easily.

After all, she wasn’t foolish enough to drug Emily in front of Andrew this time.

This time, she was innocent.

Andrew was sharp—he’d see that Emily was making things up.

But then Andrew spoke. “Why was there something wrong with that glass of water?”

Isabella’s mind went blank.

She’d expected him to say “I believe you” or “Don’t worry.” The last thing she imagined was Andrew asking her that.