The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

Meanwhile, at the camping site, Tristan followed Zhen-Zhen from behind. When he got inside, she was already lying down, her back facing Tristan.

Tristan had no idea why Zhen-Zhen was acting this way. He closed their tent and sat down just near the entrance. This time he tried to speak to her.

"Wifey? Where have you been? Where did you go? I waited for you at our meeting place but you didn\'t come. Wifey, is there something wrong?"

One second…

Two seconds…

Three seconds…

~ Complete Silence ~

Zhen-Zhen didn\'t answer him. She completely ignored Tristan.

He felt confused. \'Is she mad at me? But why? We were just fine a while ago. Did she see me and Hannah? Did she hear everything?\'

Tristan became uneasy and unsettled because of that. If she saw everything then how would he explain it to her?

But first, he needed to know and confirm from her if she saw something.

"Wifey? Did you go to our meeting place?" Tristan asked her again but to his disappointment, Zhen-Zhen didn\'t respond to him.

Tristan heaved a deep long sigh before moving closer to her. He knew that Zhen-Zhen was not sleeping yet. He wanted to turn her over and see her face.

He crawled to her side, he was just one foot away from her when suddenly he bumped into something.

Thud!

"Aww!" Tristan grunted and rubbed his forehead.

Tristan frowned as he looked in front, feeling puzzled.

\'Eh, what is it? Did I bump into something invisible?\' Tristan pondered to himself.

Tristan extended his hand forward to reach Zhen-Zhen but before he could touch her, his hand couldn\'t proceed further as his palm touched something hard like a wall.

"Eh, what is this?" Tristan mumbled, his hand continued to move touching an invisible wall that was stopping him to reach Zhen-Zhen.

"Wifey? What did you do? What did you put here?" Tristan felt like crying as he complained to her.

Zhen-Zhen built an invisible barrier between them. She didn\'t want to talk to Tristan nor hear his voice. When she saw his face a while ago, her heart constricted like it was being squeezed. When she heard him calling her \'Wifey\' Zhen-Zhen\'s consciousness started to kick in once again so she had to do something to stop it.

Zhen-Zhen\'s emotional state could still affect her so she felt exhausted. She decided to take a rest and sleep, completely ignoring the presence of the guy inside the tent.

The barrier she created was soundproof. She won\'t be able to hear the outside noise so she couldn\'t hear Tristan as of this moment.

However, she felt it when someone bumped into the barrier. Zhen-Zhen smiled after she learned that it was Tristan\'s face that bumped the barrier.

\'Serves him right,\' Zhen-Zhen mumbled before closing her eyes.

Tristan, on the other hand, continued pounding the invisible wall. "Wifey, are you mad? Please remove this now. Let\'s talk!" Tristan begged desperately.

Tristan had no choice but to bring it up. This was the only thing he could think of why Zhen-Zhen was acting like this. Tristan took a deep breath.

"Is this about... me and Hannah? Did you see us a while ago? W-What did you see, Wifey?" Tristan felt nervous about this. He didn\'t know if he was ready to confront Zhen-Zhen about this.

Tristan turned around and leaned his back on the invisible barrier. Zhen-Zhen still didn\'t respond to him even though he mentioned Hannah.

He buried his face using his hands. Even he, himself, didn\'t understand his feelings. He was confused. He remained in that position for several minutes, waiting for Zhen-Zhen to face him. But nothing happened. Zhen-Zhen just continued sleeping.

"Alright, let\'s talk about this once you are ready, Zhen-Zhen," Tristan mumbled before he stood up and went outside their tent.

If Zhen-Zhen wanted to be alone right now then he was willing to give that space. He knew that Zhen-Zhen didn\'t want to talk to him as of this moment. He didn\'t want to force her since he also needed time to sort his feelings.

When Tristan left their tent, Zhen-Zhen\'s subconscious felt his presence drifting away from her. Though her eyes were closed, a single drop of tears fell from the corner of her eyes.

Because of that intense sadness and pain she had experienced, Zhen-Zhen shut herself from her outside world. This was her coping mechanism. This situation awakened her other self. Her inner demon was able to take over her mind and body.

What will happen to the sweet and kind-hearted Zhen-Zhen now? Will she still regain herself or her inner demon will dominate her mind and body from now on?

What will Tristan do in order to bring back the Zhen-Zhen he knew? How this incident affect Zhen-Zhen\'s action? Will the man in shadow make his move against Zhen-Zhen?

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Meanwhile, FaMo was currently doing his assigned task given by Zhen-Zhen. He was eager to do this after knowing that someone hurt Zhen-Zhen behind his back.

FaMo thought that incident was the reason why Zhen-Zhen\'s personality and behavior suddenly changed. Now, he would seek justice for Zhen-Zhen.

FaMo was now in deep concentration. It did not take long when he cast his magical power to Mrs. Miller who was sound asleep inside her tent.

Mrs. Miller suddenly woke up when she felt something hot engulfing her body. She was sweating profusely. When she opened her eyes, she was baffled seeing that she was in a different place.

The surroundings were very dark. She was surprised when she realized that she was already standing on her feet. As far as she could remember, she was sleeping together with her husband inside their tent. How come she was in an unknown dark place now?

"Maybe I am just dreaming." Mrs. Miller thought to herself.

She tried to pinch her hand. To her surprise, she felt the pain. "Ahh! What\'s happening here? Am I not dreaming?"

She tried to pinch the other parts of her body, including her cheeks. She could feel it. The pain was real. She\'s not dreaming!

She started to panic. She started screaming calling her husband\'s name but she got no response. She was in the middle of nowhere. Then suddenly someone spoke up to her.

"Evil woman. Welcome to this hell! Hahahaha!" The sinister laughter reverberated and echoed around the place.

Her mind and her body were engulfed by intense fear when she heard that unfamiliar voice. She turned around, peering at her surroundings and searching for the source of that voice.

"Who are you? What are you talking about? Evil woman? Hell? Are you kidding me?" Mrs. Miller shouted back. She tried her best to look brave but deep inside, she just wanted to run away from this scary dark place.

"Just call me \'The Punisher\'. I punish the evil people who hurt innocent people like you. Just today, you slapped someone you were not supposed to hurt. Now accept your punishment!" FaMo\'s voice was as cold as an ice.

When Mrs. Miller heard that, she remembered Lillie. She was the only person she slapped today.

"You are mistaken here. You should punish her! Not me! She\'s not innocent. She did immoral things like seducing my daughter\'s fiancee! She deserved that slap! She\'s just pretending to be innocent!" Mrs. Miller screamed angrily as she defended herself.

"Hahahaha! Still proud of what you did? You didn\'t even regret it. You don\'t feel sorry for her. You are the evil one, not her! So I will make sure to give you the punishment you deserve!"

FaMo finally showed up himself to Mrs. Miller. He was in his mighty black fire dragon form.

Mrs. Miller felt like she was having a heart attack after seeing FaMo\'s true form. She froze on her spot, unable to move nor talk. Incredulous fear printed on her face. Her heart was racing rapidly inside her chest, almost choking and suffocating her.

"Because you hurt an innocent girl like her, I will now eat you alive!\'

FaMo moved, opening his mouth and flying towards Mrs. Miller. He was about to swallow her whole.

\'Nooooooooooooooooo! Stay away! Don\'t come to me!!!\' Mrs. Miller wanted to shout but no voice came out of her. She even peed on her pajama because of intense fear.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Mrs. Miller echoed inside their tent. Mr. Miller woke up because of that.

"Honey? What\'s wrong?" Mr. Miller immediately approached his wife, trying to calm her down. He frowned when he noticed the moist. His wife was bathing in sweats and… pee?

\'Did my wife just pee on her pajama because of nightmare?