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Isabella's mouth, her position, and the mirrors reflecting the scene from every angle were wreaking havoc on Harvey's self-control. He tried to hold on a little longer before accepting that, if he allowed her to continue, their game would end considerably sooner than he'd intended.
“Isabella, stop. I don't want this to end just yet.”
She pulled back just enough to look at him, although the mischievous smile on
Margaret Vaughn offered a considerably less dramatic version of that dinner when Reed spoke with her.According to Thomas's mother, little more than a marital argument had taken place, brought on by some unpleasant news. She acknowledged that Isabella had discovered her husband was seeing another woman and even admitted that the woman had announced over the phone that she was pregnant. Yet every time Reed tried to move the conversation toward what had happened afterward, Margaret returned to the same explanation.“Isabella was upset. Understandably so, given the circumstances, but it was an argument between a husband and wife.”“What exactly do you mean when you say she was upset?”Margaret made a dismissive gesture with one hand.“She cried, raised her voice, said a few things in the heat of the moment… Nothing that doesn't happen during a marital disagreement.”“Did she ask for a divorce?&rd
On Monday morning, Isabella discovered that two nights of sleep weren't enough to put a life back together, although at least they'd allowed her to function without feeling as though her body might collapse at any moment.Matt had contributed considerably to that improvement by turning it into something of a personal mission to make sure she ate, even on Sunday, when he was supposed to have the day off. He would show up with coffee and breakfast, immediately find some unfinished task at Maison Bell, and get to work without asking questions, as though it were perfectly normal for his boss to be sleeping in the little room at the back of the boutique and emerging each morning with the same dark bruise spreading across her cheek.Isabella appreciated that sense of normalcy, especially because, for a few hours at a time, she could concentrate on fabrics, seams, and boxes that still needed unpacking and pretend her life revolved entirely around getting a boutique ready to o
By the time Isabella finally arrived at Maison Bell, the darkness of the night had given way to the first light of dawn, and Matt was waiting outside. He didn't ask why she'd summoned him at such an absurd hour or why her message had been so strange, but the moment she stepped out of the car, every question he might have had vanished from his face.Isabella opened the trunk as Matt cautiously approached her. He noticed the two suitcases first, followed by her wrinkled clothes, but it was the dark bruise spreading across her cheek that made his expression change completely.“Isabella…”She slowly shook her head, hoping he would understand what she couldn't bring herself to say. She couldn't explain what had happened, didn't want to relive it, and above all, couldn't bear to see pity in another person's eyes.Matt understood without needing another word and, instead of asking what had happened, gestured toward the trunk.“Nee
It took Thomas quite a while to realize that Isabella was no longer home.At first, he didn't think much of it. After the scene at dinner and what had happened in their bedroom, it was only natural that she would be upset and probably need a few hours to calm down. Isabella had always been a reasonable woman, and once she stopped letting her anger dictate her reactions, she would understand that throwing away years of marriage over an affair made absolutely no sense.Theresa was a different problem, one he intended to deal with later. First, he needed both women to understand exactly where they stood in this situation.When he returned home and entered the bedroom, Isabella was nowhere to be found, so he assumed she was somewhere else in the house. He checked the bathroom, went downstairs to the kitchen, and even opened the door leading to the garden before taking out his phone and dialing her number.The call went straight to voicemail.Thomas fro
Nurse Abbott returned to the room accompanied by a man in his forties dressed in plain clothes. Isabella straightened slightly when she saw him enter and instinctively tightened her grip on the ice pack she was still holding against her cheek, a gesture that neither of them failed to notice.“Isabella, this is Detective Marcus Reed,” Abbott explained, remaining beside her. “He works out of a different precinct from the one you mentioned. I only told him that you want to file a police report and that you're concerned about your husband's possible connections with other officers. I haven't told him anything else.”The man remained near the door, maintaining a respectful distance that Isabella appreciated.“Mrs. Vaughn.”“Isabella is fine.”“Isabella, then. Before we begin, I want you to know that you don't have to tell me absolutely everything tonight. Nurse Abbott explained that you've just finis
The statement produced no immediate reaction because her mind seemed to reject it before she could even begin to comprehend what it meant.“That can't be.”Abbott pulled up a chair and sat across from her, giving her time to absorb the information.“I'm on the pill,” Isabella insisted, as though the nurse might have overlooked that detail. “I take it every day.”“I understand. The pill is a highly effective form of birth control, but no contraceptive method is completely foolproof. We'll need additional testing and follow-up care to determine how far along you are, since dates can be difficult to establish precisely in very early pregnancy.”Isabella barely heard the end of the explanation. Her mind had already begun working through the dates, desperately trying to find a mistake in the information she'd just received, but the more she calculated, the heavier the sensation in her stomach became.







