Chapter 385

Isadora called out, "Stop."

Terrell hit the brakes and glanced over at her. "What's wrong?"

Staring straight ahead, Isadora's voice was cool and distant. "Mr. Fawcett, I'm sorry, but I need you to get out."

Her words, paired with that frosty look, made everything suddenly clear.

Terrell realized she had only been using him.

A wry smile tugged at his lips.

So from beginning to end, this woman had never given him even the slightest chance—not even a crumb of hope to cling to.

Unable to help himself, Terrell asked quietly, "Isadora, do you really love him that much?"

Her lashes trembled. A single tear slid down her cheek. "Yes. I love him."

It was like a blade driven straight into his chest.

His hands clenched the steering wheel, knuckles turning white.

drive you home?"

head, calm and composed. "No, thank you. I've thought it through. There are more important things

Isadora had always seemed delicate beneath her beautiful exterior.

was stronger than

out of the Mercedes, leaving her in the driver's seat. She didn't look back, not even once, as she

purred to life and disappeared down

just stood there, watching until the car vanished

***

garage. Inside

sweat

"Mr. Fitzgerald, don't scare me like

Victor muttered,

of brakes echoed through the

screeched to a halt beside the

the driver's seat, grabbed

he

skin ghostly pale, lips drained of color rage

he was

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