fresh fury. Magnus towered over his son, his face flushed crimson

ge, rattled the crystal decanters. He pounded the floor with his silver-t

softened, just slightly. "Isabelle. The Lloyd fam

y in front of her. "My marriage to Isabelle was

" she whispered, a hand fluttering to her throat.

family is highly respected in the medical commun

, a pragmatist to his core. But he shook his head. "Be that as it may, Is

marriage," he said, his voice swelling with hollow bravad

oss the old man's neck. He stared at his only son, his

m fell

pectator at a play. She could have ended this farce with few words, but

ut a heavy, defeated sigh. He turned to Isabel

terfeit sincerity. "As long as you wish to remain in thi

was handing her the knife, making her

s looked smug, so certain that the woman he believed stil

rmance. Whatever residual respect she might have held for him

lative old man, the weak-wille

ot loud, but it cut through the

t on the

And when she didn't, that strange, maddening heat from the hallway coiled in his chest again. A humiliating realization wash

. Only a cold certainty: she had just made the right choice. And that c