For a moment, no one moved. Aria blinked rapidly as if trying to understand what she had just heard. Then she gave a short, mocking laugh. “Your what?”
“My wife,” Gabriel repeated, his tone cold and firm.
Aria’s face twisted into disbelief, then irritation. “You must have lost your mind, Gabriel. Tell me you’re joking.”
“I’m not,” he said quietly.
She stepped closer, her heels echoing against the floor. “You expect me to believe that you Gabriel married her?” She pointed at Isabella, her manicured fingers trembling slightly from anger. “This woman? The chauffeur’s wife? this thing and salesgirl?”
Isabella’s heart froze.
Gabriel frowned deeply. “What did you say?”
Aria smiled sharply, satisfied with the reaction. “Oh, don’t look so surprised. I know who she is. One of the company's c
