Page 7 of A Lie in Church

He left the altar and took steady steps down the aisle. The silence in the church made his footsteps loud. All eyes were on his every move, like he was a magnet for curious eyes.

“She is really here,” Grey said close to my ear, almost freaking me out.

Tristan kept walking to the back, and I was starting to think he wanted to run out of the church. Or was his lover one of the grannies behind us?

Our eyes met, and he didn’t look away. There was just this weird chill I felt when our eyes collided. I couldn’t explain it, and it scared me. I quickly turned my gaze away from him before people thought I was the one.

“He is coming here, and he is looking at you,” Grey whispered, and my eyes whipped toward Tristan.

He smiled at me as he got closer to where we were sitting.

“What is he doing?” I turned to Grey, but he was giving me a weird look, as if he was trying to figure out who I was. I opened my mouth to say something, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say as I tried to fathom what was happening.

I hoped Grey wasn’t suspecting anything about me being the groom’s pregnant lover. How was that even possible? I didn’t know him. I looked behind me to check for any person besides the two grandmas who were already staring at me with disgust.

I returned my gaze to Tristan, and he was standing next to me with a charming smile I wanted to scratch off his beautiful face. It couldn’t possibly be me.

“Hi, my love,” he said with his hand extended toward me.

“What the hell?”

CHAPTER3

GOOD LIAR

“What the hell?” I stared at his hand and his face. “Are you confused, or do you need glasses to see clearly?” I asked.

He smiled sweetly at me, like I’d just complimented him.

“I know you’re mad at me for taking the wedding this far. I’m sorry,” he said so softly that it sounded true.

I searched for the right thing to say, but words failed me. I was too shocked to utter a word to this stranger calling me his lover.

“Chloe?” I heard Grey’s voice. Disbelief was evident on his face as his eyes narrowed and eyebrows lowered at Tristan’s words.

“Grey, you know he is lying. I’m just seeing this douche bag for the first time.”

“Oh, hi, Grey. Chloe told me a lot about you,” Tristan said with a grin and extended his long hand for shaking. Grey kept him hanging, and Tristan gave up, dropping his hand with a suppressed chuckle.

“When? I don’t even know you?!” I asked with a hot glare.

“What exactly did she tell you?” Grey asked with a hard look, his strong jawline clenched.

“You’re the cover she told me about. We needed a veil for our relationship. Thanks for being there, man,” Tristan said smoothly with that smile I was starting to hate.

How could he act so cool while ruining someone’s life?

“What?” I stared at Tristan.

What is he playing at? Is this a prank show?

I looked around for any hidden cameras or mics but was met with a hundred pairs of eyes.

What is happening?I was speechless for a while; I thought my brain had shut down to take a rest, and I was left on my own.

“A cover?” Grey cocked his eyebrows in question at me.

I couldn’t believe he was buying Tristan’s expensive lies.