Broken Marriage

Chapter 2

Hearing the sound, William immediately shoved the woman off him, stood up, and approached Isabelle.

"Isabelle, it's not what it looks like." William reached out to take Isabelle's hand, but she quickly recoiled. She couldn't bear to have her hand touched by his after seeing it intimately caressing another woman.

"Then what exactly am I supposed to be seeing?" Isabelle asked with a cynical gaze, as if she wanted to kill William right then and there with that deadly stare.

"The point is, it's not what it seems, Isabelle. It's just a misunderstanding."

Hearing William's words, Isabelle felt utterly disgusted. It was clear as day that the husband she was beginning to love was cheating on her with another woman, even making love right in front of her like this. Yet, William had the audacity to claim it was all just a misunderstanding. Isabelle felt like laughing, a mad laugh, more accurately.

"Oh, just a misunderstanding, is it? Then what really happened? Can you explain what I just saw, William?" Isabelle asked sarcastically.

Seeing William's silence only fueled Isabelle's rage. She took a deep breath, trying to contain the emotions that would explode if she didn't try to remain calm.

"Since you're just going to stand there in silence, I'll assume what I saw is exactly what it was. You're cheating on me, William. How could you betray the sacred vows you made?"

"Isabelle, I—"

"Miss Isabelle, it's all a misunderstanding. William and I didn't do anything like that, we were just—"

"Shut up, b***h! I wasn't talking to you!" Isabelle snapped, glaring sharply at the woman.

"Isabelle, what are you saying? She's not a b***h, don't say such things." Hearing William's defense of the woman made Isabelle smile bitterly.

"When I ask for an explanation of what happened, you remain silent, but when I insult that woman, you defend her. You're really going too far, William!" Enough was enough; Isabelle could no longer contain her emotions.

"That's not what I meant, Isabelle. I want us to resolve this issue between ourselves. Don't involve her in our affairs," William said.

Isabelle clicked her tongue in annoyance; she felt that William was deliberately trying to protect the woman. Isabelle never suspected that William was the red-flag type. She thought William was a good man, but she forgot that everyone has a true nature that they hide. Now, William's true colors had been revealed.

"Okay, I understand. Now, can you explain what happened between you two earlier? You said it's not what I saw, so what really happened?" With a forced smile, Isabelle asked again. She was really trying to be patient this time, at least waiting for William to provide an explanation that made sense to her.

"This woman's name is Victoria, Isabelle. I was discussing something with her, and when she was about to leave, she accidentally bumped into the table and almost fell if I hadn't caught her. Then we fell together onto this sofa, that's what really happened." William tried to explain what happened leading up to Isabelle seeing something she shouldn't have.

"Hahahaha, how funny!" Isabelle laughed while clapping her hands.

"I think you're fit to be a comedian, William. Your sense of humor is really something," Isabelle said, unsure whether she was praising or insulting William.

"Do you think I'm a child who would so easily believe your words?"

Isabelle shook her head, looking at William's disheveled appearance, then at the woman. "Looking at the way you both look, anyone would think you had just made love," Isabelle added.

"No, Miss Isabelle, it's not true. I didn't seduce William, what—"

SLAPPP!

A slap landed perfectly on Victoria's cheek; Isabelle had done it. She couldn't stand listening to the woman's mouth any longer, so she had to slap Victoria until she could be quiet.

"Isabelle, what did you do!? Why did you slap her!?" William asked angrily. He approached Victoria and checked on her, her cheek already red, the mark of Isabelle's slap clearly visible.

"Why are you angry, William? You said you have no relationship with that woman, so why are you angry? Was everything you said just a defense?"

"Besides, I only slapped her, not killed her, why are you so angry? I think that slap was a fitting punishment for her. Even the pain of seeing you two is no less than the pain of that slap." Isabelle seemed so relaxed this time, not at all like she was emotional.

"Isabelle, don't be like this." William began to soften, his voice even becoming gentle. He looked at Isabelle sadly, as if begging her not to act this way.

"Then how am I supposed to act?" Isabelle asked, appearing indifferent.

"It seems I should leave from here. You seem to be busy, William, perhaps you want to tend to that woman. I even brought lunch for us, but since you have a guest, we'll do it another time."

"I'll go first, have fun you two. Feel free to continue making love." Isabelle was already standing in the doorway, and as she was about to leave, she turned back.

"Oh, and don't forget to lock the door, lest someone other than me comes in. Beware of other people," Isabelle said and then really left.

Isabelle immediately took a taxi, leaving William's office area, her gaze appearing vacant. Her heart was extremely tight; she was only pretending to be strong there. In reality, her heart wasn't that strong; she was really heartbroken seeing all of that. Before she knew it, tears began to fall, wetting her cheeks.

"It's still outside, don't cry, Isabelle." Isabelle wiped both cheeks wet with tears, trying to hold back her sobs.

Until she arrived home, she immediately ran to her room and cried her heart out there. She could no longer act strong when she was alone; she wanted to cry and pour out her pain, disappointment, and anger in those tears.

"s**t! You're cruel, William!"

"Cruel! He's really cruel!"

Click....

The sound of the bedroom door opening made Isabelle stop crying, and she quickly wiped away her tears and saw who was entering the room. It turned out to be William.

"William, why are you here?" Isabelle asked, pretending to be strong.

"Isabelle, were you crying?"

"I'm sorry." William approached and intended to hug Isabelle, but she quickly dodged. She chose to sit on the sofa in the room to stay away from William, who was on the side of the bed.

"No, my eyes were just irritated by dust. It hurt a little, but it's fine now."

They were silent for a few moments, until Isabelle finally began to speak, "William, we should just get a divorce."

"D-divorce?"