Chapter 6

Isabella declared resolutely, “I will draft a formal agreement stating our rights and responsibilities. Our union will only be a sham marriage. Should you happen to develop feelings for someone else during this time, I ask that you wait until we’ve been married for at least a year before seeking a divorce. I assure you, my commitment to our arrangement stands firm, and you will receive every cent of your compensation as promised. With this agreement in place, we can ensure fairness for both parties.”

Noticing a pen and paper tucked under the armrest, Isabella grabbed them, jotting down her phone number before passing it to Clayton. “Here is my contact information. Take your time to ponder my proposal; however, I expect your response within three days. Do not delay.” With that, Isabella exited the car and left, leaving Clayton staring at the note in his hand blankly.

Her decisiveness left Clayton momentarily stunned.

He couldn’t help chuckling as he watched Isabella walk away in determined strides. “Isabella, I’m back. I’ll stand by your side no matter what you do,” Clayton murmured, thinking, “I’ll let her do whatever she wants. Whatever happens, I’ll clean up after her. Even if she didn’t know who he was, Nathan did. Nathan’d never dare to lay a hand on her,

Dinner was served in a peaceful ambiance.

“Ms. Sorenson, you’ve returned.” One of the maids, Elsie Anderson, was surprised to see Isabella.

Isabella paid no heed to the mix of surprise and disdain the other three were displaying. “Dad, Winona.” Dipping her head, she greeted them before settling at the table, accepting the soup bowl offered by Elsie.

She hadn’t eaten anything since morning and was starving. Clayton had suggested taking her to dinner earlier, but she had declined. She would have to face this sooner or later, so why delay it?

“Isabella, why are you only back now? Mom and Dad were too worried to eat,” Yvonne said, sharing a meaningful glance with Winona.

Nathan’s expression darkened.

Isabella finished her soup and put down the spoon. Disregarding the cold leftovers on the table, she explained, “I went to visit Grandpa and Mom. I needed to inform them that Zachary and I have called off our engagement.”

Nathan sneered, “And they didn’t reprimand you?”

Isabella lowered her head in silence.

“Isabella, you’ve pissed your dad off today. How could you

him in front of everyone?” Winona

heiress of Sorenson Multimedia. Dad wouldn’t hold it against her. Who knows

further as his gaze bore

used to such drama. Winona and Yvonne always sowed discord between

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Chapter 6

Sorenson, and her father was an

Instead, he snorted derisively before leaving the dining room.

and Isabella before

If I were in your shoes, I’d have put an end to it all by now, Maybe flung myself into a river or hung myself. Anything’s better than living like this. Your fiancé despises you and cheats on you with your closest friend. Aren’t you devastated? How do you even have an

final bite, Isabella met Yvonne’s gaze with indifference. “I’ve found someone

Do you honestly believe you’re the eldest daughter of the Sorenson

often carried herself with elegance and composure in

indifferent and weak because

anger her. ‘Why does she

her plate

from her seat, narrowly dodging the plate as it

wrong?” Winona

at Isabella.

would’ve quickly apologized to Winona, saying she had accidentally broken the plate. Yet, today, Isabella

“Mrs. Ingram, I’m sorry, I accidentally

Isabella and Yvonne looked at Elsie at the

daggers at Elsie before exiting the dining room.

whispering, “Ms. Sorenson, just endure it.

since childhood by Elsie and also what her late mother said to her. Today, however, she realized that enduring only made things

the bathroom, changing out of the dress and cleansing herself of the shame it carried. She then returned to her room on the second floor, a windowless storeroom bereft of sunlight year–round. She even had to use the maid’s bathroom. Besides Elsie, no one would regard her as

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