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

Irene looked up to glare hatefully at

but he was

came to his senses as

eyes, he growled, “You

was drunk, but her

she stumbled , so she had to catch something beside

find Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze, and

attire a mess from all

go, but the legs of his pants

, she averted her eyes.

breathed a chilling chuckle.

Wait...

a glare. “What are you

don‘t know yourself? Your

that he

that night left her

maintained a calm look.

someone would find

with a sinister glare as he grabbed her neck. “Tell me! How the hell is this possible? How could you cheat on me, and still stubbornly refuse to divorce

words – Isaac Jefferson‘s wife

the worst humiliation he

was choking. Her face, which was already scarlet from all that alcohol, became redder as she gasped for

out of her throat as

off her blouse and fell audibly onto the

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

Irene was still

hair was a mess, dangling loosely beside her ears, while her raspy, uneven

he had been staring for too