Chapter 7

Isabel's breathing hitched. She knew Winona was waiting for her to push the door open and throw a fit, but she didn't do it. Instead, she chose to remain silent as she turned and left.

Winona's gaze turned venomous at the sight of that. How could the bitch still hold it in?

…

Isabel returned to her bedroom and ran to the sink, where she bent over and dry-heaved. Nothing came up, but she still felt nauseated.

How could Samuel be bold enough to get down and dirty with Winona right at the Shore residence?

She thought about the wonderful memories she and Samuel shared. If she could turn them into A4 paper, she would want nothing more than to stuff them down a shredder and make them disappear!

Just then, her phone buzzed. She leaned against the counter and pulled it out to see a message from Dominic.

"Since I ruined whatever you were enjoying, stop hanging around there. Come out and meet a client with me."

Isabel calmly replied, "I've yet to officially start the job, Mr. Zimmerman."

"You signed the contract last night, so that was when it became effective, Ms. Architect."

Isabel was rendered speechless. Did he really have feelings for her?

She started doubting that notion. Maybe he didn't like her—he probably just wanted her to join Arzo Corporation and become his corporate slave.

At that moment, someone opened the door to her room. She quickly slipped her phone into her pocket and looked up to see Winona standing there. Her gaze turned frosty.

Her silence goaded Winona into taunting her. "How can you be so thick-skinned, Isabel? You saw what things are like between Sam and me. How can you still hold it in?"

Isabel laughed at that. "Oh, so that's what you're up to. You want me to kick up a fuss and demand a divorce first, right?"

Winona came closer and stopped before her, tugging her collar open to reveal several love bites on her chest. She smirked and said, "If Dad hadn't called him away, I would've dragged him into my bed to finish what we started."

That made Isabel's stomach turn. She suppressed the disgust and said, "It's a shame you guys haven't gone all the way, huh?"

"It's only a matter of time," Winona said confidently. "And I can make sure Sam never touches you. I'll make him remember nothing but my body."

Let Samuel touch Isabel? Good riddance. Would Isabel let him do it? Was he even worthy?

Isabel took a deep breath and said calmly, "Okay. Good luck with that."

Winona ran out of patience when she saw that Isabel was still unfazed. "Sam only has me in his heart, and his body belongs to me! He's not going to go back to you, even if you cling to him like this!"

"Uh-huh. Got it," Isabel said flatly.

"Dad and Cam have already said everything there is to say. Stop being so stubborn, Isabel!" Winona shrieked at Isabel's back as the latter walked out of the bathroom. "Trust me—I won't hesitate to harm myself right now!"

That made Isabel stop. She turned around to see Winona looking smug as she brandished a foldable knife. Her right wrist was still wrapped in a bandage, so she held the knife in her right hand and pressed it to her left wrist.

She looked almost manic as she laughed. "Scared now, aren't you? If I harm myself here, you know I can easily pin it on you. What do you think Mom, Dad, Cam, and Sam will think when they get here?"

What a lunatic!

Isabel was beyond irritated. She knew Winona would actually slash her wrist, but that didn't mean she would let the latter manipulate her.

She eyed Winona icily. "You only came to me because Samuel refused to give you what you wanted, right?"

Winona's face twisted with rage. "No! It's because you're clinging to him and refusing to let go!"

Isabel curled her lip. "If he were willing, why hasn't he asked me for a divorce yet?"