Isabel had heard many things in her life. But she had never expected to hear that. Her eyes went wide and she blinked a few times as she stared at him.
He said it without a stutter. She stood behind him, still frozen in place, her hand tingling from where his mother had grabbed her, her heart pounding so loud she could barely hear what came next.
His mother was staring at him, stunned into silence.
“You don’t mean that,” the woman finally whispered, “you said that to make a point.”
Isabel couldn't believe how much of a b***h she was being, acting like being in love with her was a disease.
Isaac didn’t blink. “I meant every word.”
“You’re going to throw away your entire reputation for her?”
Isaac turned fully now, calm, “I told you once, do not speak about her like that in my house.”
