After He Humiliated Me I Claimed My Title

Isaac didn't seem to notice how rigid I'd gone. He even fastened my coat collar for me. "You know how proud those art-school graduates are. She wouldn't even let me hold her hand unless I made it legal. I spent 3 months working on her. Yesterday, at the apartment, I finally got her into bed." I stared at him, cold all over. He looked lost in the memory. "Right there on our couch. She was shaking with fright." My gaze dropped to the two red marks on his collarbone as he lingered over the memory. I dug my nails into my palm and fought back nausea. He suddenly frowned at me. "Baby, why are your eyes red? You're still the one I love most." He spoke as though he hadn't just been savoring the memory of another woman. He sighed again. "Bella's young. If I take you to next week's charity dinner, she'll throw a fit. She isn't like the gold diggers in our circle. All she cares about is true love. It took me 3 months to win her over. I have to make her feel secure. You won't make this difficult for me, will you?" I looked at the pink diamond in his hand. He'd flown to Valenne to order it himself, also 3 months ago. While he was planning to propose to me, he'd been working just as hard to get another woman into bed. I looked up at him. "Since you already have a legal wife, we're done." He paused, then chuckled. "Don't be ridiculous. You've been with me for 6 years and never even set foot outside the Francian-speaking region. What man in Bellmont would want you?" In those 6 years, we'd lived in a basement by the Lorne River and split a single baguette between us. When a bitter rival had tried to force drinks on him, I'd swallowed two entire bottles of whiskey in his place. The emergency team had fought to save me for 3 days and nights. When I woke, Isaac was on his knees beside my hospital bed. "Luna, I'll never let you down as long as I live." I'd believed him for 6 years. Now, for a college graduate, he'd forgotten every promise. His phone chimed with a text. I'd heard that same sound on countless late nights over the past 3 months. Each time, he'd said it was an overseas conference call. After reading the message, he suppressed a smile. "Luna, it's just a piece of paper from city hall. You have no family or friends in Bellmont. I'm the only person who'll protect you. Don't make this ugly." He raised a hand and hailed a cab. "Go back to the estate yourself. Bella's art class is over, and I'm picking her up. Take some time to calm down." His car pulled away, splashing through a roadside puddle. I stood in the bitter wind and gave a cold laugh. A few seconds later, I took out my phone and called the law firm that handled my family's affairs across the Westreach Ocean. "Void the notarized document. And tell my father his daughter was a terrible judge of character."