I set down my glass and looked directly at Isabella. "What do you want? For the last time."
Isabella's smile faded. She could hear the finality in my voice.
"I want us to work together again," she said, her voice losing some of its edge. "Forget the marriage demand. If I can't have you back the way things were, then at least let's finish our business partnership properly."
I almost laughed. Almost. "You're asking me to work with you after you hired someone to photograph my wife? After you threatened me?"
"I'm asking you to be practical." Isabella leaned forward. "We built something good together, Rafael. Our businesses work well together. Don't throw that away over pride."
"This isn't about pride."
"Then what is it about?" Her voice rose slightly. "You won't leave her. Fine. But you
