Nathaniel grabbed his phone back, his voice shaking despite his calm facade. "See? I told you, I wouldn't—"
Isla cut him off with a sneer, ordering her bodyguards to restrain him. "You think a weak excuse will fool me?"
"If I didn't have proof, why would I be here?"
She shoved the messages Evan had forwarded in Nathaniel's face.
His face went ashen.
The bodyguards hoisted him up, his toes barely grazing the floor, the staircase yawning behind him. One wrong move, and he'd tumble.
Nathaniel pleaded, voice cracking. "Isla, let me stand…"
"I didn't mean to send those messages. I was jealous of Evan. I couldn't stand you binding with someone else. I did it because I love you—forgive me, please?"
His free hand clung to a bodyguard's wrist, terrified Isla would order them to let go.
Her
