Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 433 Railway

Faith ascended the stairs first, followed closely by Tristan, and finally Ross, who moved with an air of confidence that only added to the tension.

When they reached the second floor, Faith opened a door and stepped inside.

Once all three were in the room, she locked the door behind them.

Without hesitation, Ross moved to Faithʼs side, sliding an arm around her shoulders in a display of possessiveness.

His casual but dominant stance spoke volumes, leaving no room for doubt about where Faith stood.

”Faith?” Tristanʼs voice was tight with anger, though he fought to keep his composure.

He looked at her with a mix of disbelief and desperation, hoping for an explanation.

Confronting Ross physically wasnʼt even an option in his mind.

Tristan had seen the viral videos—Ross taking down a dozen men effortlessly, moving as though he had eyes in the back of his head.

The thought of challenging someone like Ross was laughable. Tristan wasnʼt foolish enough to risk humiliation or worse.

Faith took a deep breath, her expression cold and resolute.

”Iʼm with Ross now. Itʼs over between us, Tristan. You can go pack your bags and leave.”

Her words were blunt, cutting like a knife. Tristan stared at her, stunned.

”What? Faith, weʼve been together for years, and youʼre just going to throw that all away because of one mistake? Thatʼs absurd!”

His voice rose slightly as he tried to plead his case.

”You need to think this through. Donʼt let anger cloud your judgment. Youʼre being irrational.”

Faithʼs eyes narrowed.

”One mistake? Tristan, you hurt me. You betrayed me. This isnʼt about anger—itʼs about knowing my worth and moving on.”

Tristan clenched his fists at his sides, frustration etched into his face.

He glanced at Ross, who remained silent but exuded an intimidating presence.

The man didnʼt need to say anything—his sheer confidence was enough to remind Tristan just how futile it would be to try and win Faith back while Ross was in the picture.

Faithʼs resolve only seemed to grow stronger as she looked at Tristan.

”You should leave now,” she said, her voice firm and final.

Tristan realized then that convincing Faith to return to him was as impossible as moving Mount Everest to Mars.

She was no longer his, and with Ross by her side, she never would be again.

Still, Tristan couldnʼt give up—not yet.

Summoning the last remnants of his pride, he straightened his posture and fixed his eyes on Faith, determination flickering behind the frustration and pain.

”I donʼt believe it,” he said firmly, his voice tinged with desperation.

”Youʼve always valued your principles above all else, Faith. You wouldnʼt be with a married man—not in a million years!”

Ross let out a low chuckle, his confidence unshaken by Tristanʼs accusation.

His smirk widened as he looked down at the shorter man, amusement dancing in his piercing gaze.

”Really?” Ross drawled, his tone taunting.

”Then explain how I can do this… freely and easily.”

Without hesitation, Rossʼs hand slid down from Faithʼs shoulder, boldly cupping her full breast.

His fingers squeezed and fondled her through her clothes with a sense of ownership, as if to punctuate his words.

”Ohhh… Ross…” Faith gasped, her voice trembling with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. ”Not here…”

Her face flushed a deep, rosy red, the color standing out vividly against her creamy, fair complexion.

She bit her lip, her breathing quickening as she instinctively leaned into his touch.

Her body felt hypersensitive, every nerve alight with the sensations Ross stirred in her.

She didnʼt understand why she felt so different since theyʼd been together, but she couldnʼt deny the pleasure coursing through her now.

Far from resisting, Faith reached out with her delicate hand, brushing it boldly over Rossʼs groin.

Her fingers traced the outline of his arousal, and she smiled faintly, satisfaction flickering across her face as she felt how hard and ready he already was for her.

Rossʼs smirk deepened, his confidence radiating as he kept his hand on Faith, unbothered by Tristanʼs presence.

Faith turned to Tristan, her flushed cheeks and steady gaze making her look even more striking.

Her voice, however, was sharp and cold, leaving no room for argument.

”See? Are you satisfied now, Tristan?” she said, her words cutting like a blade.

”At least Ross is honest about who he is. He doesnʼt pretend to be something heʼs not. Unlike you, hiding behind your facade, sneaking around, and sleeping with other women. You think I didnʼt know? You think I didnʼt feel it every time you lied to me?”

Tristanʼs face paled as her words hit home. He opened his mouth to respond, but Faith didnʼt give him the chance.

”Pack your bags, Tristan,” she continued, her voice unwavering. ”You have no place in my life anymore.”

Her eyes burned with a mix of anger and finality.

The love she had once felt for Tristan was now gone, replaced by bitterness and disdain.

The betrayal had carved a deep wound in her heart, one that could never heal.

Tristan stood frozen, his mind racing. He wanted to argue, to fight for her, but every word he tried to form fell flat.

Deep down, he knew she was right.

”Faith,” he finally said, his voice cracking with desperation.

”Please… donʼt do this. Weʼve been through so much together. Donʼt throw it all away over one mistake.”

Faith scoffed, shaking her head. ”One mistake? Do you think Iʼm that naive? This isnʼt about one mistake, Tristan. This is about you betraying me, lying to me, and thinking Iʼd just forgive and forget. Well, I wonʼt.”

Tristanʼs shoulders slumped as the weight of her words settled on him.

His eyes darted to Ross, who stood silently but exuded an air of authority and dominance.

Tristanʼs stomach churned at the sight—he knew that trying to compete with Ross was futile.

Rossʼs calm demeanor only made things worse.

The man didnʼt need to say a word; his mere presence was enough to assert his superiority.

Faith stepped closer to Tristan, her gaze unwavering.

”Itʼs over,” she said with finality. ”You need to leave. Whatever we had is gone.”

Without another word, Tristan turned and walked out of the room, his footsteps heavy with defeat.

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The sound of the door closing behind him was the final nail in the coffin of their relationship.