Page 3 of Devoured

But I felt frozen in place. This couldn’t have happened. I couldn’t have let this happen. “You’re lying.”

“Nope.”

“Yes you are.” I didn’t care if she did drug me. I wouldn’t have slept with her. I wouldn’t have ruined my chances with Penny. Thinking about her felt like a knife in my chest. I wouldn’t have fucking done this. I came here to fix my relationship with Penny, not light it on fucking fire.

“I have proof,” Isabella said as she finally pulled her nightgown back up. She climbed off the bed and over to a little trashcan by her desk. She lifted up a condom that was filled and tied off. “The only proof I need, really.”

I shook my head. “That isn’t necessarily mine.”

She laughed. “You think I’d fuck someone else and steal their disgusting condom?” She threw it back in the trash. “I don’t think so, darling.”

I just stood there.I didn’t do this.

“I only made you sheath up because you’ve been parading around fucking your students.”

She couldn’t possibly know about me and Penny. Like an idiot, I just continued to stand there.

“Don’t look so surprised. What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t have eyes on my husband at all times? I know all about Penny Taylor.”

Fuck.

“Your little whore.”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Talk about the trollop you’re cheating on your wife with?”

“We’re divorced!”

“No. As we both know, I haven’t signed the papers yet. And after last night, I see no reason to. Clearly you’re still infatuated with me.”

Isabella had lost her damned mind. I grabbed my phone and walked past her.

Her fake nails dug into my forearm before I could open the door. “I bet you love that she calls you Professor Hunter. You’ve always loved what you can’t have.”

I pulled my arm out of her grip.

“You’re sick, James. You just like the chase. We both know the truth. You’re addicted to her.”

I wasn’t.

“You need help.”

“The only thing I need is to be as far away as fucking possible fromyou.”

“That’s not true.”

“You just…you…”

“You can’t even say it. Because it isn’t true.”

No, I couldn’t say it because I couldn’t even wrap my head around the fact that she’d do that to me. I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to believe I let it happen.

“Now how about we get back into bed?” she said.

“Go to hell, Isabella.”

“If you keep pursuing this divorce, I’m going to tell the whole world what kind of man you are. I hope you don’t get arrested for preying on young girls.”

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