Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Why didn't he call her? Because as soon as Lyman heard Effie would be in

charge of this shoot, he rushed downstairs, his mind entirely on seeing her—he didn't have a second thought for Isabel.

As for a certain someone, well, he clearly had his own agenda too, though at the moment, it looked like he was only making trouble for himself.

"I forgot," Lyman said.

Just those two simple words, but they left Isabel feeling slighted, as if she didn't matter at all.

"Lyman, when the shoot is over, do you think you could-"

"Mr. Etheridge, your coffee."

Effie appeared at Lyman's side, thrusting his coffee toward him a little too forcefully.

The cup was filled to the brim, and coffee sloshed out, nearly splattering all over Isabel.

Isabel glared. "Effie! How could you be so-" She bit back the last word-careless -in front of Lyman, swallowing it with difficulty.

jaw. "You need to be more careful. The coffee's hot-what if you'd spilled it on

of Effie, just to make a point: she and Lyman were close. Effie was

of the coffee Effie

you like it,

"Is it really

"Sweet," Lyman answered.

his darling wife taste

Lyman must be head-over-heels-coffee, sweet? Did Effie dump a whole bag of sugar

and get your makeup done. You're already holding up the

off to the makeup

hesitating as if she wanted

Annabel would have told Isabel off ages ago. Those two were happily married-what right did she have to stir

you should watch your words from now on," Annabel said

face crumpling as she looked at Annabel. Her voice trembled. "Annabel, did I do something wrong?

Isabel really not get

didn't answer, Isabel felt even more triumphant

hour later, Isabel's hair and makeup were