CHAPTER3
1103 Words
Downstairs, dinner is served, and Jack is seated at the table, enjoying his meal.
Suddenly, he sees Isabella descending the stairs. He isn’t anticipating her joining him, especially after their heated conversation earlier, but as he looks up, he is pleasantly surprised to see her coming down the stairs.
She’s wearing a stunningly beautiful and revealing dress that accentuates her figure, and a radiant smile lights up her face, making the moment all the more enchanting.
Jack can’t help but feel a rush of admiration as he takes in her appearance, wondering how she could look so effortlessly captivating. At the same time, he wonders what his wife might be up to.
“Hey, are you really having dinner all by yourself without your wife?” Isabella inquires as she strolls over to him, her voice filled with curiosity.
She gracefully pulls back a chair, preparing to take a seat at the table. The atmosphere shifts slightly as she settles in, her presence adding a new dynamic to the meal.
“I'm sorry, I didn’t think you’d care to join me,” Jack replies. “Please join me, dear,” he adds.
“Good evening, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” Hugo, the chef, greets.
“Hello, Hugo. I really love what you’ve prepared for dinner,”
Isabella remarks, her eyes gleaming with delight as she gazes at the beautifully arranged dishes. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the enticing aroma coming from the table, savoring the rich scents that promise a delicious meal.
The warmth of the food seems to wrap around her like a comforting embrace, making her anticipation for the meal even greater.
“Thank you, madame,”
Hugo replies as he lets out a shy smile while also wondering when Isabella became this nice and flattering at the same time.
Deep into the meal, Isabella waves Hugo off dismissively.
“Jack, I remain firm in my stance regarding Yolanda; she absolutely must go, please…”
Isabella's voice wavers slightly, and she feels a deep sense of vulnerability wash over her as the word “please” escapes her lips.
It is as if her pride has been pierced, leaving her feeling exposed and raw—a stark contrast to her usual confident demeanor.
The weight of her request hangs heavily in the air, revealing just how much this situation truly affects her.
Immediately, Jack drops his cutlery and looks straight at Isabella.
“Is that it? Is that the reason for the fancy dress, unusual niceness, and calmness even toward the staff?”
“What the hell are you talking about, Jack? What does my attitude this evening have to do with that silly b***h you screwed?” Isabella asks, the tone of her voice now rising.
Jack attempts to ignore her tantrums and just focus on his meal.
“Jack, I’m talking to you. I want Yolanda out of our lives for good, and the thought that you will get to see her every day irks me. I do not want a repetition of this balderdash.”
Jack hastily lets his cutlery fall to the table, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet room. He quickly swallows the last few crumbs of food lingering in his mouth, making sure to clear his throat before he begins to speak.
“We already talked about this. Yolanda has done absolutely nothing wrong; I can’t just send her away.”
“What the hell! You look me right in the face and spill this nonsense? What the f**k do you mean by Yolanda has done nothing wrong? What has that b***h done to you, Jack?” Isabella asks now, greatly furious and agitated.
“No cursing at the table, Issy,” Jack says, trying to quiet her down a bit.
“You don’t f*****g tell me how to talk. I don’t tell you where to drop your pants,” Isabella replies to him, wearing a rather sarcastic smile.
“What the hell!” Jack exclaims, his patience wearing thin as he can no longer tolerate Isabella’s irritating attitude.
Frustration boils over in his voice, and he feels compelled to confront her about her incessant behavior.
“I can’t take your unruly behavior any longer. Yolanda is staying right where she is; whatever happened between her and me was a mistake, and I assure you it will never happen again. It’s time to put this behind us and move forward. I am done with this conversation, and thank you for a wonderful dinner.”
He rises from the table, a wry, sarcastic smile playing on his lips as he makes his exit.
“Jack! Jack! We aren’t done with this conversation. Don’t you dare walk out on me, Jack!”
Isabella lets out a scream after him but quickly manages to compose herself.
She scans the room with a swift glance, feeling a wave of relief wash over her when she realizes that none of the staff are around. The thought of anyone witnessing Jack’s rude exit would be utterly humiliating for her, and she can’t bear the idea of their judgment.
“That would be derogatory to my reputation, to say the least,” she muses to herself, grateful for the moment of privacy.
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Jack is seated at his office desk, his gaze fixed intently on his computer screen when Yolanda enters the room.
She strides in confidently, adorned in a stunning corporate gown that enhances her elegance and professionalism, instantly capturing his attention.
Jack finds himself momentarily distracted from his work, appreciating the way she carries herself with poise and grace. However, he isn’t elated to see her as usual. Yolanda, noticing his countenance, asks.
“Hey babe, what’s wrong? Did you miss me that much?” she asks, giving him a stylish wink while running her hands over his firm chest.
“Yolanda, we need to talk,” Jack says gently, pushing her hands away from his chest.
“Okay, what about?” Yolanda says, her voice depicting a sense of worry.
“My wife knows about us, and she was livid, Yolanda!” Jack says.
“So?” Yolanda replies, shrugging her shoulders, depicting a sense of recklessness and nonchalance.
“Pardon? What do you even mean, Yolanda? She’s my wife, and her feelings matter,” Jack replies.
"What about my feelings, Jack? You always professed your love for me and mentioned that your marriage was on the rocks. Wouldn't it be simpler to end things with her and start anew together?"
Yolanda's gaze remains fixed on Jack, her eyes probing into his soul with an innocent yet intense intensity.
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