Isabelle's eyes scanned the room and landed on Cinda Preston, who was sitting alone in a plush leather booth, a

s," she called out, her voice syrup

to join her and found a small, secluded table in the corn

with a group of men in expensive sui

k. "Did you really divorce that actress, Isabelle, because she

aught in her throat

en like her... all beauty, no brains. She actually thought she was going to be some

hysical blow, knocking

"the Spencer family can't have a woman who's been rolling arou

feeling the heat of a thousand invisible eyes on her. She felt stripped bare, he

lle, there you are!" she exclaimed, her voice just loud enough to carry.

. Their laughter died as they saw her, sitting there, her face ashen. Bradford had the grace to

and forced her legs to move. She wa

, trying to keep the tremor out of it. "I nee

she would endure

ack to Isabelle, his face a cold mask. "Whatever you have to say, you can

al, brutal severing of their past

her is innocent," she said, her voice trembling

hispered, his voice a venomous hiss meant only for her. "Because you were getting

is doing. A petty, cruel punishment

of the Spencer name," he continued, his voice full of a twis

anger, a monster of ego and cruelty. The pain was immense, a crushing weight in her chest. Cinda slid her arm

ood there, absorbing the full, dev

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