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pack your things

Isadora POV I sat in my car in my parents' driveway and let myself fall apart.My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles went white. I was a shaking mess before the tears came.I let out Ugly, gasping sobs in the privacy of my car that made it impossible to breathe.Marcus had announced a baby to my parents like we were still building a life together. He did it so spectacularly ike he wasn't gay…Like he wasn't threatening to destroy me if I didn't come back to him.I couldn't move or think. I just sat there and cried, letting all the fear and anger and helplessness pour out of me in waves.My phone kept buzzing with texts from Richard, but I couldn't answer. I couldn't tell him what had happened until I figured out what I was going to do.I hated to admit this but Marcus was right about one thing… my parents would believe him. If he decided to tell them about the man I was screwing,they would see me as the villain. They would see me as the ungrateful daughter who dest

The selfish one

Isadora POV The drive to Marcus's house felt like driving to my own execution.My eyes were raw from crying and my chest felt like it was caving in. Richard's words kept replaying in my head on a loop…I won't be waiting for you to come back.I gripped the steering wheel and tried to breathe through the panic that was threatening to drown me. I'd just walked away from the only person who'd ever actually seen me. The only person who'd made me feel like I mattered. I'd done it to protect people who didn't even know how to love me back and him too.By the time I pulled into the driveway of the house Marcus and I shared, fresh tears were streaming down my face. I sat in the car for a moment, trying to pull myself together and preparing myself for what came next.After calming down, I grabbed my suitcase and walked inside.When I stepped inside, I spotted him immediately.Marcus was in the living room, sipping a glass of wine like he'd been waiting for me. Because he had been. His express

I'm with you

Isadora POV I didn't know how many bottles of wine I'd gone through already, but I felt sober. Maybe too sober. My idea of using alcohol to forget wasn't working, and that only added to my frustration.I was about to open another bottle when the door to my studio clicked open.Benita entered, and the moment she saw me, her expression shifted into something between concern and anger."I came as soon as you called," she said, moving toward me.She looked at me…at the mess I was, and crouched down, pulling me into her arms. The embrace was tight. It felt like she was trying to hold me together because I was clearly falling apart.That warm hug triggered everything I was trying to forget.My tears came pouring out and I allowed myself to break down completely. I cried into her shoulder like a child.All the composure I'd been trying to maintain shattered in an instant.Benita held me through it all, her hand rubbing circles on my back.She didn't say anything, she just held me and stay

Heart attack

Isadora POV The venue was packed by the time we arrived.Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting soft light across white walls lined with artwork.The annual art gala was the event of the season where gallery owners, collectors, business associates and artists all gathered in one place. It was where reputations were made and broken.Marcus had his hand on the small of my back as we entered, his smile practiced and perfect."Smile," he whispered in my ear. "Don't look like you were forced to come here."I plastered on a smile and let him guide me through the crowd. I greeted his business associates, laughed at their jokes, and complimented their wives' dresses. I played the dutiful wife perfectly … because I'd had years of practice and that's what I was married for…apparently.My eyes however kept searching the room, looking for that familiar face. I knew he would be here. This event was something people of his status in the community didn't miss. They were perfect for networking.

I'm scared

Isadora POV "Hold me for a moment longer," I whispered against Richard's chest.He didn't ask why, he just wrapped his arms tighter around me, one hand cradling the back of my head."I wish I could hold you and never let you go," he said, his voice rough with emotion.I pulled back just enough to look at him and all I saw was the pain in his expression and the love that was still there despite everything."I just need a little time," I said. "I'm going to make things right. I promise you. Just wait for me." I practically begged.He was not mad at me anymore and that meant the ultimatum he gave that day didn't count anymore, right?Richard's jaw clenched and I could see the war happening behind his eyes.I could see the part of him that wanted to keep me here and the part that couldn't stand the thought of me going back to Marcus."I hate to see you stay away from me for whatever reason," he said finally. "But okay. I'll give you time. Just make sure that when you come to me, you'll n

Good boy

Isadora POV I headed straight upstairs and took a quick shower, telling myself that I'd just assume Richard was besides me and sleep.That didn't work.My pussy was still throbbing from our earlier encounter.I wanted him. After all these days apart, my body was craving his touch. My pussy was greedy for his cock.I was already naked…I’d not dressed after showering since Marcus wasn’t home.My nipples were tight from the cool air and my own restless fingers.The ache between my legs was impossible to ignore at this point.I considered throwing caution to the air and driving to his home but decided against it.We needed to be careful. What if Marcus had used his away for the night as a bait to see whether I'd run to the man he thought I was fucking? Wasn't doing that giving him everything he needed to destroy me?So, I did the only thing I could think about.I pulled the bedside drawer and pulled a set of items I'd forgotten they existed for months.A vibrator and a dildo. I used the

ruin my night

Isadora POV I was sitting on my stool with the canvas turned to the wall when I clicked sent.The video was only ninety seconds long because I'd cut out everything before the kiss and everything after.I'd taken out every sound except the faucet running in the background.Marcus was showing his back while Matteo's face was covered as they kissed.No faces, no voices but I knew that was enough to fry his brain. I watched it twice before I uploaded it. Then I tagged nothing, wrote nothing, and pressed post before I could talk myself out of it.My hand wasn't shaking when I did that and that actually surprised me.I was never one to make reckless and dangerous decisions except when backed into a corner.I packed up slowly, left the brushes soaking and turned off the light. On the drive home I didn't check my phone. I hummed alongside the Taylor swift song playing in the background.I was in a good mood undoubtedly.And a good mood for me came with a good meal so when I got home, I b

not your therapist

Isadora POV I took my time having dinner and sipping my bottle of wine. Every now and then I caught myself giggling, just thinking about Marcus stuck in his room, his mind running in circles.I'd just stepped into the guest room when the phone rang. I'd been expecting the call since I hit send at my studio.I smirked when I saw the caller ID. He was very predictable."Daddy," I purred when the call connected."Don't Daddy me, Isadora. Do you realise what you've done?" Richard's voice echoed from the speaker. It was so loud that I had to momentarily pull the phone away."What did I do?" I asked, feigning innocence."Don't play dumb with me. You posted that video anonymously, didn't you?" He asked, more like he was trying to confirm."So what if I did? Are you mad?" I fired back."Are you even asking? Do you realise you're putting yourself in danger by being so reckless? What if he traces it back to you? Then what? You think my son will let it go?"I sat on the edge of the bed and kick

concerned about Isadora

Richard POV The contract had been sitting in front of me for ten minutes.I read the same clause again, frowned, then realized I hadn't taken in a single word.My eyes drifted to my phone.There was nothing.I turned it facedown and forced myself to look at the contract.A minute later, I turned it back over."Pathetic," I muttered under my breath.I wasn't sure whether I meant myself or the person I was waiting to hear from.The door swung open and Marcus came in with his car keys clenched in his fist. He took two steps into the room before stopping to look at me."God, you look like a dump," I said.He stared at me."Don't give me that look, Daddy." He said. I didn't like the sound of that.“ It's Dad for you.” I reminded him. “ And what look are you talking about?” I asked with raised brows."That one you have now. The one where you sit there looking at me like I'm the biggest disappointment of your life." Marcus declared and I snorted."Then stop giving me reasons."He scoffed an

I'm sorry, Jessica

Richard POV Did I really give myself away by defending Isadora In front of Marcus? I mean, what was I supposed to do? Support his nasty behaviour and let the woman I love pay the price? Between my love and my son, my choice was very obvious." I am fond of Isadora, who isn't? She is a woman of value and respect. Isn’t that's why you won't let her go?"That way the answer I gave Marcus. He had looked unconvinced but didn't push it.Eventually, he left my office with advice he didn't want.I stayed at my desk long after the door closed and I knew Isadora was right, we couldn't keep doing this.I didn't want to keep denying her Infront of everyone. I didn't want to be that person who loved her from afar or behind the scenes.I wanted to stand next to her and tell the whole world that she was the woman I loved.For that to happen, Marcus needed to get his claws off her. That divorce needed to happen and sadly, my son was hellbent on keeping her around as his cover.That's when I realise

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