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What the fuck had the two of them been talking about? I glared at Isabella. Her cold, calculating smile spread across her face as her eyes wandered down my body.

Screw me.I should have thrown a shirt on. I really needed to stop getting into these situations with her. Just thinking about it made a lump form in my throat.

"How did you get in here?" I gritted out. Seriously, where the fuck was Ian? He was here to prevent exactly this situation from happening. And no, I hadn’t really believed that Isabella would hurt me or Penny. But there was something off about the way she was staring at me. I couldn’t really pinpoint it. But she was definitely off her meds.

I walked over to Penny and stepped in front of her.

"Don't be so cold James. I'm your wife, after all."

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Get out of my apartment."You fucking psycho.

Isabella ignored me. "I see that you aren't being very discreet with your newgirlfriend. She's a little young for you, don't you think?" She looked at Penny. "And really not your type at all."

Oh, fuck off. As if my type is you?

I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I’d told Penny the lies Isabella wanted me to. But I was done playing whatever sick game she wanted me to play. I wasn’t taking any part in it. This ended now. Hopefully with her getting dragged out of here screaming. "Get out or I'll call the cops, Isabella."

"Hmm, so now we can add threatening to the list?" She grabbed a manila envelope off the table behind her. She slowly undid the tabs and pulled out some photographs. She tossed them on the table. "On top of blackmailing?"

You blackmailed me first, you fucking bitch.I took a deep breath. I really didn’t want Penny to be a part of this. "Isabella..." I said and started toward her.

"I'm glad the girl that you're currently fucking is here." She said it in a disgusted way.

Isabella wished that’s all it was. But I was pretty sure she was here because she knew differently.

"Now she can know what kind of man you really are."

I grabbed the photographs and turned them face down on the table. I didn’t need to see what they were. I knew how much Isabella loved spreading her legs. And Penny certainly didn’t need to see that shit.

"You didn't give me a choice,” I said as calmly as I could. Now that I was closer to her, I knew I was right. There was definitely something off about her eyes. But hopefully she could still have a conversation about this. Because I couldn’t be married to her for one more fucking day. She’d dragged this thing out long enough. And breaking into my apartment and saying God knows what to Penny? This ended now. “Why do you have to make everything impossible? Do you enjoy torturing me?"

"Yes." Her voice was cold.

For Christ’s sake."I just need you to sign the papers."

"What, so that you can be with her?" she scoffed. "You must be joking."

"What I do now is none of your business. Sign the papers," I said firmly.

"This is ridiculous. She doesn't even know you."

"Neither do you."

"And whose fault is that?"

"You can't blame this on me."

She laughed. "You know, the press is going to have a field day when they hear about how my husband cheated on me with a student. It's so cliché, don't you think? They'll love it. The university probably won't love it as much, though."

If she had such a problem with cheating, maybe she shouldn’t have cheated on me. Not that I was upset about that. I was grateful that she’d done it. Because it had led me here. And I was not letting her ruin my new life. Or Penny’s life. "I'll leak the photos."

"No you won't. How do photos of me screwing another man help you in any way? All it shows is that you can't satisfy your own wife."

"No. It shows that you have a history of infidelity that makes your claim to anything that's mine invalid."

"And she doesn't do the same for you?" she pointed at Penny.

I really hated that Penny was here witnessing this shit show. But I didn’t know what else to do. I’d tried everything to get Isabella to sign the papers. This was my last option.

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