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

present, Irene

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

came to his senses as he met

he growled, “You

Irene was drunk, but her head

ground with both hands, but her ankles caved and she stumbled , so

a coldness filling the room. She slowly looked up to find Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze, and realized that she had caught his pants with both hands, which would have slipped off if it was

Isaac‘s business attire a mess from all her pulling and

the legs of

eyes. “I–I didn‘t mean to

a chilling chuckle.

Wait...

shot Isaac a glare. “What are you talking

yourself? Your own

heart, but it could not be denied that he had seen the morning after pills,

of that night left her

maintained a calm look.

someone would find out... and in turn be humiliated because of

glare as he grabbed her neck. “Tell me! How the hell is this possible? How could you cheat on me, and

in his words

humiliation he had

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

remained out of her throat

violently, two buttons snapped off her blouse

his eyes darting straight past her pretty collarbones to her black lacy bra, and he was soon left

was still

her ears, while

staring for