Isaac didn’t waste time after Isabel stormed out. He didn’t go after her. His anger was too raw, too sharp. He needed to deal with the rot in his house first.
He found Vera in one of the guest lounges. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, face buried in her hands. She was sobbing, shoulders shaking like she was the victim in all of this.
“Stop crying,” Isaac’s voice was low and cold as he shut the door behind him.
Her head shot up, eyes red, lips trembling. “Isaac, please… I never wanted it to be like this. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”
He crossed the room in two strides, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her to her feet. Her gasp broke through the air. He slammed her back against the wall, one arm pressed against her chest to pin her there.
“Cut the act,” he said flatly. His eyes bu
