Zella
“I want to see the contract documents between you and Isaiah, Dad,”
Dad looked up from the paperwork on his desk and sighed, rubbing his forehead.
“And what exactly will that achieve, Zella?” He asked, looking tired. He was working so hard to figure out how to get me out of this sham of a marriage with Isaiah, and I felt awful for constantly bothering him.
I shouldn't even be here. I should be back at the office with Isaiah, but I had told him I had to see my father, and he didn't object. It was confusing sometimes when he didn't act like the ruthless jerk everyone knew him to be.
“I just wanted to see if there are some things we could use to make sure you wouldn't have to owe him. He cheated you. That has to count, right?”
“We’ve been through this already. The contract is
