Chapter 2

She'd just stepped out of the shower in high spirits when a notification from her phone caught her eye.

What she saw on her phone screen paralyzed her for a few minutes. She stood there in front of her phone, eyes and mouth wide open, trembling with anger. Another notification snapped her out of her obnubilation

"No, I'm hallucinating," she said to herself, shaking her head and closing her eyes, believing herself to be dreaming.

She reopens her eyes and finds the images from her phone in place.

"No Clement it can't be you, you can't make me nooonn!!!! She said, crying for a while, collapsing on the bed and touching her .

"You're a lioness Isabelle, stop crying," she said to herself as she stood up. "I need to see you with my own eyes...hear it from your own mouth that you're cheating on me Clément, hear you tell me you don't want me anymore."

She goes to the wardrobe and chooses a dress which she quickly slips on with the sandals, grabs her bag and phone and leaves the house.

"Good evening madam, please get in" suggested the driver as he opened the door for her.

"Don't bother. That's for another day, take the night off."

"But monsieur ordered me to give you a lift "

"The plan has changed, give me the keys I need to get ."

"Okay ma'am, be careful

"Thank you," said Isabelle as she started the car. She had all kinds of thoughts in her

"What would I do if it turns out to be true?" herself. "No, it's not him, it's not my Clément, he'd never do that to me, and especially not today," says Isabelle, wiping away the tears.

She was going so fast that she burned a couple of reds and only took 20 minutes to there.

"How ironic and it can't be a coincidence, but who's the one who sent me these photos and this address?" She got out of the car, heading for the private suite indicated in the address. When she opened the door, it was a shock before her eyes. The room was beautifully decorated with roses intended for a romantic evening; men's clothes were strewn across the sofa. She recognized them when she touched them: "These are your clothes, Clément, I'm sure of it", she said to herself. She walked over to the bed and found her fiancé naked with another woman in the same comforter. She couldn't hold back her tears and all hope she'd given herself by coming had just faded away.

"So that's the surprise you had in store for me tonight Clément? You wanted to show me what you're capable of? No you're not a coward to let me know this way, no I won't believe it until you say it from your own mouth."

She leaves the room, slamming the door. She felt betrayed by man she had given her soul to. She cried her eyes out.

In the private suite, the woman in the comforter straightened up with a satisfied smile on her face, picked up her phone and typed a few words.

"Everything's done ma'am, she's just come out.

"Good job, there's another surprise waiting for her out here, come and get the rest and don't ever show your face in front of me again," Cassandra Wilson said hanging up.

"Okay ma'am, thank you very much."

"It will never be yours Isabelle, if I can't have it, can you" said Cassandra furiously

Cassandra Wilson, only daughter of the Wilson family, her family is that of the stones has a friendship for generations now. her father Devis Wilson and Marcus stones have made a marital arrangement between their two children since they were small to consolidate their family ties and their business.

But Clément stones has always been a free bird, as this arrangement did not concern him in his opinion, and he will only marry girl he loves.

Cassandra, on the other hand, disagreed with him. She loved him with all her heart, but he only had eyes for Isabelle.

Arriving at hotel parking lot, Isabelle climbed into her car, weeping .

"I didn't think you'd sink so low Clément, if you were a man you'd tell me to my face that you didn't want me anymore but not as a coward" she starts the car.

"Today I've taken up your challenge, father-in-law. If only you were still playing this crazy game with me, I'd never leave you alone," she says to herself.

A few days ago, Mr Marcus Stones invited Isabelle to his villa. In his office, he harasses her as

"It's been a year now since you and I made an agreement and so far I've seen nothing at all; tell me, are you so incapable? If were up to me I'd already have grandsons chattering all over this villa, but it's deserted and devoid of the sounds children because the girl my son loves is sterile. My patience is reaching its limit, so get ready to pack your bags."

"Not even in your wildest dreams. And never in life will you separate us."

"Are you sure?" he asked wryly. "In that case, make me some grandchildren

"Father-in-law, how would you like me to give you a grandson with all the pressure you're putting on me? What's more, I'm not sterile as you say, as my chances of conceiving are gradually increasing. 's just a matter of time," says .

"I'm not your stepfather, young !" shouted the latter in a huff, "it's not because Clément cares about you that you're going to talk to me like that! Don't let this privilege make you forget who you are and where you come from, you're just a poor wretch and it takes is one phone call to find you out on the street because you've got nowhere else to go. I can do ... and I mean anything for the good and prosperity of my family, so recognize your place when you talk to me!