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

present, Irene looked up to

only was he spiteful, but he was also violent-she was already bleeding from

to his senses

eyes, he growled, “You

matter of fact, Irene was drunk, but her head was

ground with both hands, but her ankles caved and she

filling the room. She slowly looked up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze, and realized

Isaac‘s business attire a mess

but the legs of his pants were

eyes. “I–I didn‘t mean to

breathed a chilling

Wait...

a glare.

yourself?

could not be denied that

that night left her

maintained a calm look.

that someone would find out... and in

to say 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

intent in his words – Isaac Jefferson‘s wife

was the worst humiliation he had ever suffered

already scarlet from all that

out of her

flailed violently, two buttons snapped off her blouse and fell audibly

past her pretty collarbones to her black lacy bra, and

Irene was

mess, dangling loosely beside her ears, while her

that he had been staring for too