Chapter 32
As the day wore on, Isabelle had driven her car to a secluded part of the city—the place where Tyson would usually spend some time alone after his business meetings. Although the place looked peaceful from the outside, a stifled excitement still churned in Isabelle's chest, a kind of excitement born from a mixture of anger, humiliation and revenge.
She pulled up at the gate, and the familiar guard let her in at her approach. Her relationship with Tyson had ended long ago—at least, in public. But Isabelle knew he hadn't forgotten her. She also knew that she had always been his weakness. And it was that weakness she was here to exploit.
As the large wooden door opened, Tyson emerged from behind the sofa. Neatly dressed, his usual confidence in his bearing. But the fleeting spa
