The Runaway Groom

Chapter 8

Did he not just leave her with that pervert? Why would he show up here? To laugh at her?

Haha!

“Isaac Jefferson?” Irene snapped, pointing at the man despite the killing intent swirling around him, boosted by liquid courage and not knowing fear just then. “You are... a real bastard!”

Isaac‘s face turned dark instantly, while Stan and Mrs. Watson kept their heads down in fearful silence.

Even so, Irene shambled forward, grabbing Isaac‘s necktie and pulling him toward herself. “You thought I wanted to marry you? You think you’re some sort of god?”

The alcoholic fumes she breathed left Isaac frowning, and anger brewed in his eyes as he deftly caught her wrist.” You‘re crazy.”

She was willing to play along with any man. He had tried to corner her and make her ask for a divorce, but she was as dumb as a donkey and refused to yield.

Still, he had changed his mind after she left with Harvey

-regardless of what had happened, she was his wife, even if he felt repulsed that she had been defiled.

“You‘re the crazy one.” Irene‘s hands never stopped clawing at him drunkenly, in retaliation against Isaac for letting that man molest her!

Glowering, Isaac dragged her upstairs by the wrist, even as she tried to shake him off. “Let me go! Let me go...”

Bang!

He kicked open the bedroom door and flung her inside, causing her to stumble and drop to her knees.

“Ah... Urgh...” she moaned as she clutched her kneecaps, and her voice gave Isaac pause.

That voice… His mind seemed to return to that night for a split second.

sounded a lot like

Back in the present, Irene looked up to glare

only was he spiteful, but he was also violent-she

his senses as he met

his eyes, he growled, “You aren’t drunk, are

matter of fact, Irene was drunk,

caved and she stumbled , so she had to catch

room. She slowly looked up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze, and realized that she had

business attire

legs of his pants were already

eyes. “I–I didn‘t mean to do

chilling chuckle.

Wait...

a glare. “What

yourself? Your

and contempt stung Irene in the heart, but it could not be denied that he had seen the morning after pills, and knew that she

that night left her flinching,

maintained a calm look.

would find out... and

now? You really want to jump any man you can reach, don‘t you?” Isaac growled with a sinister glare as he grabbed her neck. “Tell me! How the hell

his words – Isaac Jefferson‘s wife

humiliation he had ever suffered in

was already scarlet from all that alcohol, became redder as she gasped for breath,

out of her

two buttons snapped off her blouse and fell

her pretty collarbones to her black lacy bra, and he was soon left staring at her breasts that were threatening to burst

Irene was still gasping.

was a mess, dangling loosely beside her

been staring for too long,