Chapter 65
While Isla’s lips were still locked with her husband’s, a furious voice broke through the music.
Delphine was marching toward them, her heels striking the floor with sharp clicks. Her face was pale with anger, and her eyes burning with something close to madness.
“Gabby!” she screamed, the bitterness in her tone turning heads around them.
Isla froze mid–kiss and slowly pulled back, breathing unevenly. She tried to step aside to see what Delphine would do, but Gabriel’s hand was firm around her waist. His grip didn’t loosen. He wasn’t going to let anyone ruin this moment for him–not even Delphine.
For the first time in days, Isla had smiled and laughed. She even kissed him of her own will. He wasn’t ready to let that slip away because of the past that refused to stay burled.
Still, he was shocked to hear Delphine’s voice. He had warned her earlier, and made it clear that she should stay away. He had told her that Isla was here. Yet, here she was–following him again, like a shadow that refused to fade.
Ben and Peter, who had been sitting quietly with Isla before Gabriel’s arrival, exchanged a look of disbelief. They were stunned that Delphine had shown up here. The audacity of it. Following a married man to a public club without shame.
Both men remembered all too well what kind of woman Delphine was.
Three years ago, they had watched her throw herself at a movie star–Carl Hompton–right after breaking Gabriel’s heart. The gossip then had been wild. People even mistook Carl for Gabriel because they shared some resemblance. Maybe that was why Delphine still lingered around Gabriel, because Carl had dumped her two years ago, and she had nowhere else to go.
Still, Gabriel’s old feelings for her had been the one thing that worried his friends the most. They witnessed his marriage with Isla, a woman of grace, kindness, and quiet strength, and they had thought that Delphine was finally a closed chapter. But apparently, she wasn’t.
As Gabriel turned slightly, his arm wrapped protectively around Isla, his eyes hardened.
“What do you want, Delphine?” His voice was cold, calm, and distant, like ice.
Even Isla could feel the shift in his tone.
Delphine’s lips trembled as her eyes filled with tears. “That’s not fair, Gabby,” she said softly, her voice shaking. “You can’t honestly think I’d stay away knowing you’d be with her p>
Isla’s eyes flared. Her patience broke.
“How shameless can you be, Delphine?” she spat, pushing Gabriel’s arm aside and stepping forward.
Now, she stood face to face with the woman who had tried to destroy her marriage, woman to woman. The air between them was tense.
Around them, the guards discreetly surrounded the area, keeping curious eyes away. No one in the club would
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understand what was unfolding–and they didn’t need to.
Delphine let out a small, mocking laugh. “Me? Shameless?” She tilted her head back and laughed louder, the sound sharp and bitter.
Gabriel took a step forward, ready to interfere, but Ben caught his ann firmly.
“Trust me,” Ben whispered, meeting his friend’s eyes. “If you want your wife to feel better–let her handle this moment. Don’t interfere. If you stop her now, your chances of getting her back will disappear p>
Gabriel clenched his jaw but slowly sat down. His heart raced, but he stayed silent. He trusted Ben, and deep down, he knew Isla needed this.
Delphine crossed her arms and sneered. “The shameless one is you, Isla. You knew he was my boyfriend, and yet
you slept with him, pretending to be. You planned it, all of it. You wanted him. You crawled into his bed and called the media. You knew if the story went public, Gabriel’s reputation and the Wyndham name would be dragged through the mud. And that’s exactly what happened p>
Her voice grew louder with every word, her anger boiling up. “Sir Alfred had no choice but to marry you off to Gabriel just to silence the scandal. You stand here calling me shameless? When the whole Wyndham family despises you? They only tolerate you because of that forced marriage!
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She huffed, eyes wild. “You call that a marriage? Marriage, my foot! If he really cared about you, why am I the one carrying his child?” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ͟.net
The words hit like a bomb.
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Ben and Peter exchanged stunned glances. Even Gabriel froze. The entire VIP terrace seemed to go heartbeat.
Delphine placed a hand on her stomach, her chin high. “Yes,” she said proudly. “I’m pregnant with Gabriel’s baby. So tell me, Isla, who’s the real wife here p>
Gasps echoed around them.
Isla stood still. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, but her face didn’t crack. For a long second, she only looked at Delphine, not as a rival, but as a woman completely lost in her own lies.
Then Isla slowly crossed her arms, her posture strong and calm. “Are you done?” she asked quietly.
Florence
Florence is a passionate reader who finds joy in long drives on rainy days. She’s also a fan of Italian makeup tutorials, blending beauty and elegance into her everyday life.