The moment Isla stepped out of the airport, her phone buzzed. She checked it and her heart cut immediately.

It was Gabriel calling.

She scoffed. She had just seen him with Delphine just a few hours ago. What does he want now? She declined the call and walked forward.

A message chimed on her phone and she refused to check it. If there was anything she wanted. She wants to finalise the divorce so she can move on with her life.

She thought of going to Betsy’s place to change before heading to her parents’ place. But as she lifted her hand to stop a taxi, a familiar voice stopped her.

“Isla.”

She turned, almost immediately. She saw Gabriel was walking toward her, bodyguards clearing a path as they always did.

Her pulse quickened. Just hours ago, she had seen him with Delphine in Teriporto. How was he standing here now? Did he follow her from Teriporto? The question tumbled through her mind, but she kept her face calm and unreadable.

Gabriel reached her and spoke without hesitation.

“Why didn’t you answer your call?

She was about to give a reply when Gabriel’s phone rang. He picked up immediately. “Yes, love,” his tone changed and was soft to the other person on the phone and his choice of words irritated Isla.

“Just give me three hours. I will be with you.” Then he hung up.

His gaze never left Isla, not even for a minute. His piercing green eyes pinned her in place through his phone conversation.

Isla blinked. That was all he had to say? No question about where she’d been for the last two weeks. No mention of the divorce papers she sent him. Nothing.

Was she truly this insignificant to him?

Anger rose in her chest, combined with hurt. How had she allowed her life to become so twisted around a man who did not care if she lived or died?

“Anyway, I don’t have time to waste. Get in the car.” He wasn’t just telling her, he was instructing her. “Grandfather wants to see us.” He added.

Oh, so that was it? Isla thought. Now she understood what was happening. No wonder he was back to Carminton.

A car was already waiting. Isla wanted to refuse, but then she thought, Why not? Maybe this was her chance to tell his family the truth. She was done pretending.

She nodded once and slid into the car. A bodyguard took her suitcase, placing it in the trunk, while Gabriel settled beside her.

On their way, Isla glanced at him. His head was bent, his fingers moving over his phone. She leaned slightly, just enough to get a glimpse of what he was doing. She saw that he was texting Delphine.

Her chest squeezed. The pain was too sharp. That was the moment she knew that without any doubt, her marriage was over. She would go through with the divorce. She had endured enough humiliation.

Gabriel never looked at her during the ride. Not once. But as they arrived at the Wyndham mansion and stepped out of the car, his hand slid around her waist. A public show and performance he was used to.

Isla didn’t flinch. She expected it to happen. Even though it’s still against her will, a small spark rushed through her at his touch, a reminder of how much she loved him. But she let it go.

“Let’s get this done,” Gabriel murmured. “I have a flight at two.”

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