My Husband Is A Stranger

Chapter Twenty One - Trouble

Tristan gently put down her brown envelope on the green organizer, “You’re hired, wife,” he announced proudly, which made Clara squeal with happiness.

She stopped and realized that it was not the right thing to do, “F-Forgive me for my actions, I just never felt so accomplished,” Clara apologized sincerely, so Tristan just laughed.

“The interview is over, wife, you can relax,” Tristan playfully winked and went towards her side to hold her hand, “Congratulations, wife,” 

Clara sweetly smiled at her dear husband who’s also smiling at her intently, she never felt so happy that she couldn’t stop herself from hugging her husband.

“Thank you,” she breathed on his chest, which made Tristan's body stiff, “Are you sure you’re not regretting that you gave me this job?” Clara anxiously asked before breaking their hug against each other.

Tristan finally found his composure before nodding, “I wouldn’t hire you if I’ll regret it,” he honestly said, “Plus, you already proved to me before that you’re capable enough for that position,”

Clara smiled as she remembered the day Tristan was idly watching his business go crazy after losing 200 million dollars, and she had to step in because he was doing nothing.

“I just can’t think of any reason why you had to steal from your own freaking company,” she shrugged, so Tristan amusingly laughed as they both decided to come back to his main office.

“Oh wife, we have to tell the board that you’re the new CFO later or tomorrow, it depends if we have time for the meeting later,” Tristan informed, Clara just nodded because starting later, she’ll be doing her work as a CFO.

“Oh I want your desk to be close to mine, I’ll start making some arrangements to make my office bigger,” he added while fishing out his phone in his pockets, Clara’s eyes widened before furrowing her eyebrows at her husband.

“You don’t have to do that Tristan, we still have to separate with each other especially at work,” she added before halting her pace as they arrived in front of his office.

“Sorry wife? What was that? I’m done making preparations for your desk inside of my office,” Clara frowned at Tristan’s statement after he hid his phone inside of his pockets, billionaires, she thought.

“I don’t want to cause trouble at your company, maybe it’s best that we should separate desks?” she requested, but Tristan immediately shook his head.

“You mean our company wife,” Tristan reminded her as he entered his office, pausing for a minute to check his phone when it rang.

“Wife, go ahead inside, I’ll just take this call, is it alright?” Tristan softly asked before opening the door wide for her.

“Oh sure, no problem,” Clara smiled as she entered the office quietly, she still does not get why Tristan is just willing to share everything he owns with her. 

Though sure it was stated on the vows on the paper, she just feels it’s odd because they both signed those papers without emotions involved or anything else, right? She thought.

She was actually expecting not to have this kind of relationship with him, she even assumed that after those people were done looking for her or after Klaus Ferdinand found out that she is married to someone else then they would divorce and go on their separate ways.

But things are turning out so differently and she doesn’t know how to process all of this at once, she doesn’t even know where Tristan sleeps because she always heads to bed first.

Clara just sighed before smiling, even though things are slightly different from her plans, she couldn’t brush off the fact that she’s happy right now with Tristan’s presence.

“Wife, what do you like aside from flowers?” Tristan slammed the door wide open making her startled as she jumped on the other side.

“U-Um, I don’t particularly like flowers, but I-I like pandas,” Clara beamed, so Tristan wondered for a moment before smiling.

“Wife, let’s go on a date,” Tristan invited her, so her eyes widened in disbelief. Her heart raised inside of her chest as if she was about to lose her sense of breathing.

She didn’t understand why she reacted that way, but she acknowledged her husband, “W-Why all of the sudden?” she curiously asked, so Tristan paced towards his desk and harshly sat on his recliner.

“Your aunt and Klaus Ferdinand did not believe that we were in love enough to be wed with one another, your aunt filed a complaint claiming that she wanted you back and that I blackmailed and abducted you,” he informed, which made her eyes widen.

“W-What?!” she exclaimed as she felt her palms sweating because she was reminded of the horror that she has to escape her aunt’s clutches for her not to get married by someone else.

“We have to let the public see that we’re deeply and madly in love with each other, pretending to be not knowledgeable about the fact that we knew about the complaint,” Tristan massaged his temples, his jaw tightening just thinking about losing his wife because of the complaint.

Clara didn’t hesitate to nod, “It’s alright, let’s go on a date,” she suggested, so Tristan’s spirits were immediately lifted.

“I-I don’t want to go back to my aunt,” Clara tried to calm herself down, but it was too late because Tristan already noticed her bothered presence.

“I won’t let them take away you from me, you’re mine, you’re my wife,” Tristan firmly said as he fished out his phone inside of his pockets.

“Reserve a fancy restaurant where there’s a lot of paparazzi lurking around, prepare a salon and boutique, the most recommended ones, got it?” Tristan was talking on his phone as Clara was sitting anxiously in front of his desk, after the call ended, he stood up and grabbed the wrists of his wife.

“Let's go, wife,” Tristan said as he drew his wife towards him as they rushed out of his office. Clara was attempting to catch up to him as she was being dragged in the back, but her husband moves far too quickly for her to keep up.

“Zyrene, cancel all my meetings today, I’m going out,” Tristan informed his secretary without looking at her as he proceeded to the elevator.

“Alright, Mr. Zaveri,” the secretary answered formally.

“Tristan, slow down, where are we going?” Clara inquired, gasping for air when they entered the elevator.

“I’m sorry, wife, my thoughts are clouded enough for me not to notice that I was almost dragging you around,” Tristan sincerely apologized as he cupped his wife’s cheeks.

“And where else are we going, wife? We’re going on a date today, but I’ll take you first to a salon and boutique, ladies fix themselves before dates right?” Tristan claimed, so Clara squinted her eyes at her husband.

“D-Do I really have to?” she almost sounded like she was complaining. Tristan nodded at her before the elevator sliding doors opened and revealed to them the basement.

“I want them to see that you’re being taken good care of, which I always do, right wife?” Tristan gazed at his wife, so Clara just smiled before nodding.

“Of course, you do take good care of me,” She beamed. Tristan felt his heart race as he averted his gaze on his wife. Even the way she smiles is affecting him so badly, he shrugged before slipping his hands through her fingers and intertwining them with each other.

“Now that you’re my wife, I can hold your hand like this,” he happily stated before kissing the back of it, which astounded Clara, “The hand I’ll hold onto until we both depart from this world,” he added solemnly.

She was taken aback when Tristan kissed the back of her palm, but she furrowed her eyebrows at his last statement before lightly hitting his arms, “Don’t say something like that, it feels like I’m going to die sooner,” she joked, but Tristan’s aura gloomed when she mentioned those words.

“I wouldn’t let that happen,” Tristan firmly said and that’s the only time that Clara realized that they’ve already arrived at his car.

“Silly, you can’t stop death, it happens because it’s meant to happen,” she tried to explain, but Tristan shook his head.

“I would accept death if the cause was sickness, but if the death was caused by someone and not an accident, there are ways to stop it,” he mysteriously answered his wife as he opened the door for her.

Clara wondered at her husband's statement, she wasn’t sure where he got that, did something happen to him before?

She shrugged at her thoughts and after they both settled inside of the car, Tristan swiftly left the company and shifted the lever on his side.

“Wife and one more thing, we have to be sweet outside to convince those people around us, forgive me in advance for being too affectionate and clingy,” Tristan solemnly said, so she c****d her head at him for a moment.

What does he mean about affectionate and clingy? Clara thought, but she didn’t ask any more as she nodded at him. They have to do all of this to convince her aunt and that old geezer.

Tristan brought her to a salon different from where her aunt brought her before and once again before she could open the door for herself, Tristan was already there to do it for her.

She sincerely thanked him as Tristan reached towards her hands and intertwined them with each other, “Let’s go wife?” he beamed, so Clara reflected on him as they entered the salon together.

“Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. Zaveri,” all of the people inside of that place bowed their heads, which surprised Clara for a moment.

Is this how billionaires are getting treated by salons, other high-end stores, and restaurants? Clara thought. She was never treated like this when she did window shopping in an expensive boutique before.

“I made arrangements for my wife, she’ll be in your care,” Tristan’s low and stern voice dominated the whole place as everyone nodded and glanced at her.

She suddenly felt anxious as those gazes held curiosity and wonder. Tristan suddenly leaned in to give her a quick peck on her cheeks, which made her eyes widen.

She wasn’t informed that Tristan would boldly do that right in front of everyone, she didn’t understand why her brain was releasing too much dopamine, adrenaline, and norepinephrine, which makes her heartbeat rapidly inside of her chest.

“I’ll be back for you later, wife,” Tristan smiled at her sweetly as he gently caressed her cheeks and gently let go of Clara’s hand.

Clara exhaled a lungful of air before sighing, “A-Alright, be careful okay?” she finally found her composure, she realized that they needed to do this to convince the people that we're watching them close and afar.

It was only an act, so she had to get back to her senses before she assumed something she would later regret.

He then glanced at the people that we're watching them, “I’ll be back for her before five, do get her ready by then,” he ordered, so everyone just answered him yes before Tristan waved her goodbye.

After Tristan left, everyone who was watching her a while ago approached her, “This way, Mrs. Zaveri,” they gave her a bright smile as they gently guided her towards a huge, black recliner that can be adjusted up and down.

It didn’t take them a while to start doing her hair, her face, her hands, and her feet. Clara thought this felt more like a spa and salon combined.

She finds it weird that they didn’t ask her what they should do to her, but she was thankful for that since she didn’t know what to do inside of a salon aside from cutting her hair.

“Mrs. Zaveri, we decided to do your make-up naturally, we just thought you preferred it that way, is that okay?” a beautiful woman dressed in formal clothing approached her, Clara gazed at her name tag and it said ‘Helen’ she just smiled before nodding.

“Yes, you're right, I like natural style more,” she beamed, so the workers sighed in relief. She c****d her head for a moment because of their strange reactions.

“Are you all that tense?” she worriedly asked, so the workers flinched and none of them answered her, “You don’t have to be pressured, I don’t bite,” she joked to ease the pressure that’s forming on their air, so the workers just anxiously smiled.

They’re wondering why she was so kind, especially since she was married to the youngest and richest billionaire in their country despite all the treatment they’ve received from those billionaires who tried to treat themselves inside of this salon.

All of them we’re being mistreated, those billionaires look down on them because of their positions in life, but they don’t have any other choice but to abide by them since they’re the ones paying them after all.

They have to endure everything, especially their dignity for the sake of their families that they need to feed.

“We appreciate that, Mrs. Zaveri, can we guide you to the fitting room? We already received the dress Mr. Zaveri picked for you,” the woman named Helen informed her, so she furrowed her eyebrows for a moment.

She thought they'd be going there together or she heard it wrong? She just shrugged before nodding at them.

“Alright,” she stood up and gently walked towards where they guided her, her eyes widened after seeing that fancy dress she’s about to wear for tonight.

“Are you sure this is what Tristan sent me to wear?” she curiously asked while gazing at that expensive puff sleeves dress. It was one of the expensive dresses that she saw on the news and the magazine that says ‘I fancy you,’.

The workers happily smiled before nodding at her, “Yes Mrs. Zaveri,” 

To be continued...