All Chapters of Betrayed by love : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Isabella's POV As per the outside world, Adrian and I were just the right couple; they saw us on red carpets and in interviews while he spoke my name; they called us goals. I smiled into the camera before the red light with all pretense, locked his hand with mine for the flashguns, and topped it with hope. At this breakage, so barely held together and, if anything, seemed to widen, morning was now granting new force. “Not very hungry this morning,” he replied, barely indicating his cup of coffee. "Any big happenings at the recording studio?" I asked, piercingly aware of the way he paid more attention to his cuff links. "I've got some meetings," my husband muttered. His eyes had flashed to the phone where the name Claire lit up. His face went hot, hoping to deflect my further questions to him. "You are seeing Claire more these days." I attempted to be playful but faltered. He replied with an expression of annoyance as if talking about his footballer mate. "Silly, she's my manag

Isabella's POV The kiss of the stranger had lost its touch on my skin, but the flames still burned in between me and that guilt. A line crossed that I never thought I would, and it felt like an echo of the betrayal I had suffered through. Adrian destroyed our vows, and last night I destroyed everything else.This morning, though, my decision was clear and unchangeable. I walked up into my lawyer's office with my neck held high, although there was queasiness inside."I want a divorce," I said earlier than he could even greet me.He set down his pen and sized me up carefully. "Mrs. Cole-""Isabella," I snapped. "Just Isabella. Don't call me by his name again."He furrowed his brow but nodded. "Isabella, divorce from Adrian will be messy. His team will fight tooth and nail to protect his reputation. Are you ready for that?""I don't care what they fight for. I'm not staying in this sham another second. Draft the papers."He hesitated. "Do you want to discuss settlements, assets-""Not t

Isabella's POV Many times have I signed my name at the bottom of the fading words of parchment, where it evidently mattered very little: Divorce signed and put away. Adrian and I were no longer husband and wife, merely two people signing on the opposite sides of a contract. The dizzying lightness; the world must have changed since I was last on it, with the staccato clicks of my stiletto heels echoing off the marble floor to my ears like some enfeebled whispering, too loud, too sharp, cutting through the manic ring of thought. And so I passed through the glass doors and into the late afternoon sun, the last thing I remembered before going black was having my head in my hands. Nothing in this world mattered when it came to the ambience of the town: the soft drone of taxi engines interspersed by the whiff of peanuts roasted by the vendor. I should have normally ignored it, but today it felt like poison. The smell clawed back down my throat; my stomach started twisting brutally,