Se connecterIsla stayed quiet for some seconds, still backing him. The leather thud of his boots approached her measuredly from behind, stopping just a few centimeters close to her. He was too close. She could feel his hot breath fanning her neck. Normal Isla would have had the hair on her skin stand, but now she felt like acid was being poured over her.“You walk out that door and I assume you’re not just ready to lose your title as Mrs Khan, you’re ready to lose every damn thing that comes with it,” he repeated, his voice more rugged.He moved closer again, his lips tracing her ear.“You’re going to lose the company, the car, the house, the money, and every damn thing you own, Isla. You’re going to go back to that dump you called a home.”Isla folded her fists so tight that the blood in her knuckles went dry. Her throat tightened, the side of her neck ticking. If she wasn’t one hundred and one percent sure that the man standing behind her was Gareth speaking, she would have sworn with her life
Lo and behold, her husband, the man she had spent all night worrying about, the one and only Gareth Khan, was naked in bed, thrusting in and out of another woman.The loud thud of her phone hitting the ground distracted their activity. He quickly disengaged from the woman, turning around as his eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets.Isla’s fists were tightly clenched, tears vigorously streaming down her cheeks.“Isla? How did you get here?” His question came out in panic, but it didn’t sound as though he was sorry. He was only surprised by how she had found out where he was.She shook her head. Words refused to come to her mind; she just needed to get away and not see his face. Turning around, she fled out of the room.“Isla…” Gareth jumped from the bed, struggling to pull on his pants as he ran after her.“Isla, wait!” She could hear him calling behind her, but she didn’t look back or slow down. Fortunately, she was quick enough to hop into her car, start the engine, and
A staring contest was happening between Isla and her white ceiling above. The wall clock read seven in the morning. By now, she should have heard the soft creak of the door, and Gareth should have walked in, but minutes passed and nothing happened.Isla sat up tiredly. Gareth would probably either show up late or not show up at all, and she couldn’t delay when an important meeting was waiting for her at the office.Picking up her phone, she decided to send a message. She searched for a contact saved as Hunn, with a profile picture of Gareth smiling, and tapped on it.She began typing.Hunn, I’ve missed you so much. I want us to talk about everything and start afresh. Please come home.She sent another message.I’ve cut ties with anything involving Damien. I know I haven’t been fair, and I’ve reflected a lot. I choose you. I will always choose you, and I don’t want what we have to go to waste.After sending the messages, she exited Gareth’s chat box and scrolled until she found Damien’
“Oh my God, you look like a goddess,” James gasped behind Isla as he admired her.She stood in front of the standing mirror, seeing eye to eye with her stunning reflection. The white dress beautifully hugged her slim curves and highlighted her cool skin undertone, making her look even more beautiful.“Your husband will be stunned!”As the words left James’s lips, the curve on Isla’s mouth flattened into a straight line. Through all the glam, the only thing she could hear was your husband this, your husband that, and she wasn’t even dressed like this to meet her husband. Her fist clenched as she held herself together.Something irritating began to prick at her skin, but it wasn’t James, who talked too much. It was herself.Clearing her throat and forcing a smile, she faced James. “The dress really was made for me. I love it.”“I knew it, clock it,” James snapped his fingers.“Nadia will take care of the pay as usual,” Isla said, nodding at him.“I know the drill, ma’am. Good night,” Ja
“You’ve been so moody today, is everything okay?” Hugo asked, leaning against the doorframe of Amanda’s office while munching on an apple.Amanda rolled her eyes, fingers aggressively tapping against her laptop keys. “Mr Damien has a date.”Her reply didn’t quite do it for Hugo. One of his brows arched higher than the other, twisting his face into a look of confusion. “And why does that make you want to rip that poor laptop apart?”Amanda sharply turned her head toward him. “Because it’s Isla. And I don’t get what’s wrong with that woman. She’s already married, her husband has everything, what does she gain by trying to seduce Mr Damien?”Blink. Blink.Hugo double-blinked at her outburst.“What?” Amanda snapped, irritation thick in her tone. If she was ranting, she wanted support, not to be looked at like she’d lost her mind.“Let me get this straight,” Hugo said, tossing the remaining half of his apple neatly into the trash bin at the corner of the office. “You’d rather blame the wom
That same evening at Khan’s mansion, Isla sat on her bed, far from her ringing phone. The second Damien picked the call, she panicked and cut it before he could even say anything. He had called back about three times, but she didn’t pick up or even bring herself to look at the phone.She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she had actually called him, or even accepted the card in the first place. What the hell was she thinking? Her fingers gripped her hair as she scolded herself inwardly.It suddenly went quiet. Her phone stopped ringing just as she had prayed for, yet oddly, she felt empty. She slowly picked up the phone when it vibrated with a text message from Damien’s number.You called me tonight for a reason, Isla, and it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about your feelings or whatever happened between us in Greece. But I’m still here, Isla, to listen to whatever you have to say, maybe about work or something else. We could even have casual conversations. I just wa







