The sound of the door opening startled them. Isabella flinched, as if caught doing something she shouldn't, and pressed against Sebastian's chest, trying to pull away.
"Juliana, don't misunderstand," she said softly. "Sebastian was just comforting me."
Such an easily misunderstood statement. Comforting her. She said it so naturally, as if I wasn't standing right there, as if she wasn't talking about my husband.
But instead of letting her go, Sebastian pulled her back into his arms, tightening his hold as he shot me a warning glance.
"Juliana, Isabella isn't feeling well. Don't upset her."
From where he couldn't see, Isabella smirked at me, the triumph in her eyes unmistakable.
Suddenly, my mind flashed back to the message I had received earlier and the scene I had witnessed at the ho
