The Runaway Groom

Chapter 104

“I’m hurting worse than you,” Isaac finished.

In fact, his heart was broken!

Tenderly brushing a finger against the corner of Irene’s eye while he was aflame with emotion, he told her, “You’re married to me and you’re therefore mine. It’s our destiny, and you should play the part of a wife too.”

In the past, he never believed in destiny-but he found belief because of her, and he was convinced that fate tied them together.

On the first night of their wedding, they had somehow consummated their marriage even though he was insistent on not meeting her at the mansion.

What was that, if not destiny?

On the other hand, Irene gulped.

She would have been willing to follow her agreement with Henry to uphold her marriage with Isaac- regardless if he loved her or was nice to her.

The only thing that stood between that was the fact that she had a son who was not Isaac’s.

There was no telling what would happen once Isaac found out, what with his breathtaking anger management issues!

That was why divorce was the ideal choice for her-she was convinced that going on their separate lives was the best thing for everyone now.

“You know that I’m unclean,” she rasped. “Don’t you find that humiliating?”

Isaac held her gaze. “No.”

Irene gaped.

This was not Isaac Jefferson-where had that haughty man from before gone? How could he not care?

She still remembered the disgust in his eyes when he found out that she had done it with someone else.

“D-Did you lose your mind?” Why else would he say something as nonsensical as that?

“I’m perfectly lucid.”

Isaac then growled threateningly, “Stay away from Harvey Gooding from now on. I don’t care. if you’re really interested in him, but from this moment on, you’re mine, and you won’t think about any other man.”

That was perhaps the humblest thing he had ever said.

Still, Irene pursed her lips in silence. Even though Isaac was prostrating himself, she was not going to give up on getting a divorce.

There was no way she would stay with Isaac and become his wife nominally.

She had to take care of her child, because he needed a mother in the absence of a father.

She would be there for him in life, and she would work hard to watch over him. And for that, she must divorce Isaac! Isaac frowned. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you want to leave me that badly?”

“Yes,” Irene replied. “I want a divorce.”

Isaac’s patience had its limits, and there was no way he would not be angered when she stepped out of line repeatedly! “Because of Harvey Gooding?” His dark eyes flashed with a coldness that stung the bones.

“Yeah,” Irene murmured softly while avoiding his gaze. Isaac wanted to strangle her right then, but stopped himself. “I don’t care who you love. You’re now mine, and if you mess around with another man, I’ll kill him!”

Bang!

Someone suddenly barged into the ward-Zachary had stormed inside without knocking, his eyes entirely red. However, he finally regained his senses when he found Irene in bed, with Isaac on top of her.

Isaac bellowed furiously, “Get out!” Zachary promptly closed the door, his mind clearing as he stood outside.

He was being reckless because he was in too much of a hurry to find Irene, and entered without knocking the door.

In the ward, Isaac got off Irene. Her clothes were a mess, baring her thin waist, so he straightened it and moved her to a more comfortable position, pulling the blanket over her feet.

Knock, knock This time, Zachary knocked. “Come in,” Isaac said. As he entered, they both could smell alcohol on him, and he was cutting a sorry figure. “Were you drinking?” Isaac watched him as he sat on the couch. “Then go home. What are you doing here?”

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