Chapter 42: Good Luck With That
(God's POV)
Gabriel lowered his head, fingers gripping the windowsill edge so tightly his knuckles turned white. His voice came out hoarse and broken as he whispered a single name.
"Isabella."
Wesley's voice shot up an octave on the other end of the line, shock evident in every word.
"What are you talking about? She's getting engaged? To who?"
Gabriel didn't answer the specific question. His eyes held a dark, manic gleam as his tone took on a chilling obsessive quality.
"That man won't succeed. Isabella can only be mine. I will win her back."
Wesley fell silent on the other end, stunned by the unhinged declaration. After a long pause, he spoke carefully.
"Gabriel, this is immoral. And it sounds... completely insane."
Gabriel let out a col
