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

Irene looked up to glare

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

came to his senses

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

matter of fact, Irene was

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

Isaac‘s dark, icy gaze, and realized that she had caught his pants

that already left Isaac‘s business attire a mess from all her

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

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

breathed a chilling chuckle. “Really?”

Wait...

glare.

don‘t know yourself? Your own character

it could not be denied that

that night

maintained a calm look.

tried to avoid it, afraid that someone would find out...

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

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

humiliation he had ever suffered

Her face, which was already scarlet from all that

struggled, squeezing what air remained out of her throat as she

two buttons snapped off her blouse

black lacy bra, and he

was still gasping.

dangling loosely beside her ears, while her raspy,

been staring for too long, Isaac quickly