More breaking hearts

Isabelle walked out of the conference room without a word and didn't look back. She walked straight out of the building and headed to her car.

Her tears rolled down her cheecks as soon as she opened her car door as if that was their cue. she cried so hard she felt out of breath and rolled down her windows.

She lifted her head up from her palms to wipe her tears when she spotted Lucas and his musketeers leaving the office building.

Lucas walked hand in hand with the unknown lady while his mom Lucy walked ahead of them.

Isabelle's heart dropped because somehow she suddenly knew who exactly the unknown lady was and why she had just attended her divorce meeting.

'He has already moved on? How could he? Did I really mean nothing to him? Did he love me? Ever? Is she the reason for our divorce?" Isabelle had so many questions, but she knew there was no one to answer any of them.

Isabelle spent an hour more crying and trying to fix herself up before she finally found the strength to drive.

She stopped at a liquor store on her way home. She convinced herself it was alright to drink as much as she was planning to because she needed it.

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At home, she slammed the door shut behind her as she walked in, threw her shoes off, and headed for the kitched to find a wine bottle opener. She popped the bottle open and downed almost half the bottle of wine in one drink. 'I need to wash the pain away.'

"Radio! radio, music! I need music!" she rushed into the living room, turned on the radio. She searched through the channels till she finally found one that played upbeat music.

Isabelle danced and drunk and danced and drunk a lot more as she tried to drown her sorrows.

And when she was out of breath, she threw herself onto her sofa. "Oh my!" she laughed out loud, and then she stopped.

She realised in that moment that she hadn't heard herself laugh in years, that she did not remember the last time she danced or listened to what used to be her favourite genre of music.

Isabelle had lived her life since she met Lucas trying to fit into his type of life.

Lucas didn't like music. He grew up listening to opera and classic music, and so that was his favourite genre, which meant that had to be Isabelle's too.

Lucas learned from his mother that ladies do not dance around, especially ladies that belonged to the upper-class like they did, so Lucas had asked Isabelle not to dance unless it was ballroom style dancing.

Isabelle did not mind changing all these things about herself because she loved Lucas, and she was convinced he loved her too, as much as she did or even a lot more than she did. But now she had realised it was all a lie.

Isabelle's happiness faded quickly as she remembered how happy Lucas seemed as he walked out of his lawyer's office, building hand in hand with the unknown lady.

She stood from her sofa and lay on the floor curled up. 'He said only uncultured and cheap women feel the need to show off to much skin, but there he was holding hands with a lady dressed like a teen and almost naked." She thought as she recollected the unknown lady's outfit.

The unknown lady wore a mini skirt suit with high stilettos. She looked like she had just stepped out of a photoshot for a magazine.

'Was that why he referred to me as old and washed out?'

Isabelle tried to, but she did not understand how Lucas had begged her to dress the way she did, yet he claimed how she dressed was part of the reason they had just been divorced and he had just moved right on with someone who dressed like everything he claimed he didn't want.

Jealous sparked, but Isabelle convinced herself it was just curiosity.