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.

a

Back in the present, Irene looked up to glare hatefully at

but he was also violent-she was already

to his senses as

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

fact, Irene was drunk, but her head was

the ground with both hands, but her ankles caved and she stumbled , so she had to catch something beside her to maintain her

to maintain her balance, she suddenly felt a coldness filling the room. She slowly looked up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy

business attire a mess from all her

quickly let go, but the legs of his pants were already

, she averted her eyes. “I–I didn‘t mean to

breathed a chilling chuckle. “Really?”

Wait...

shot Isaac a glare. “What

you don‘t know yourself? Your

be denied that he had seen the morning after pills, and knew

thought of that night left her flinching, but

maintained a calm look.

would find out... and in turn be

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.

words – Isaac Jefferson‘s wife

was the worst humiliation he

face, which was already scarlet from all that alcohol, became redder as she gasped for breath, her chest

air remained out of her throat

buttons snapped off her

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

Irene was still gasping.

dangling loosely beside her ears, while her raspy,

staring for too long, Isaac quickly turned