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

Irene looked up

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

senses as

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

a matter of fact, Irene was drunk, but

but her ankles caved and she stumbled , so she had to

Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze,

business attire a mess

but the legs of his pants

she averted her eyes. “I–I

breathed a chilling chuckle.

Wait...

a glare. “What are

don‘t know yourself? Your own

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

thought of that night left her flinching,

maintained a calm look.

it, afraid that someone would find out... and in turn be humiliated because of

want to jump any man you can reach, don‘t you?” Isaac growled with a sinister glare as he grabbed

was a murderous intent in his words – Isaac Jefferson‘s wife was

worst humiliation he had ever suffered in

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

what air remained out of her

buttons snapped off her blouse and fell

to her black lacy bra, and he was soon left

was still

her ears, while

staring for too long,