Chapter 2

The Abernathy family gathered for dinner, their laughter filling the grand dining hall. Everyone was in high spirits—except for Thaddeus. His dark brows were furrowed, his untouched meal growing cold before him.

Isabella had left with nothing—not the two million dollars, not the mansion, not even a single personal belonging. Just walked out with Cassius by her side.

"Where's Isabella? Why isn't she joining us?" Frederic Abernathy, Thaddeus’ father, glanced around in surprise.

"We're done." Thaddeus didn’t look up. "Divorce papers are signed. I’ll finalize the legalities soon."

"Divorce? Why?" Frederic’s voice sharpened.

"Frederic, I told you years ago—this marriage was forced by his grandfather. They were never compatible."

Elspeth sighed dramatically. "That poor girl endured three miserable years. Now she’s finally letting go. Honestly, it’s for the best. You know Thaddeus has always loved Acacia."

"Thaddeus, marriage isn’t a game. Especially when it comes to Isabella—"

"It’s over. She’s gone." Thaddeus’ jaw tightened.

"That country girl has some nerve," Glynnis Abernathy sneered. "What’s her angle? Trying to play the victim now?"

Thaddeus’ expression darkened further.

"You’re being reckless. Your grandfather is still ill—how will you explain this to him?" Frederic’s worry was palpable.

"I’ll tell him the truth. Next month, I’ll announce my engagement to Acacia."

Acacia’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at Thaddeus’ sharp profile, her lips curving into a sweet smile.

"You’ve lost your mind! Abandoning your wife like this—do you care nothing for your reputation?"

"Never have." Thaddeus’ voice was ice. "Isabella was never the woman I wanted."

"Mr. Frederic, don’t blame Thaddeus." Acacia leaned against him, her voice trembling. "It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have come back into his life… I’ll leave tomorrow. Thaddeus, you should reconcile with Isabella. I don’t want to ruin you—"

"This isn’t about you." Thaddeus took her hand firmly. "I’m done with Isabella. And you’ve suffered enough. I won’t let you walk away again."

The evening air was crisp, the river shimmering under the city lights.

Cassius had taken Isabella on a private boat, drifting along the water as fireworks painted the sky.

"Bro, are you trying to torture me?" Isabella groaned, eyeing the couples around them. "This is a date spot. I’d never come here alone!"

"Blame your other brother. He insisted on fireworks at eight."

Cassius checked his watch. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One."

A massive purple firework exploded overhead, followed by four more spelling out Happy Birthday!

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"His taste is… questionable." Isabella shook her head, but warmth spread through her chest.

"Considering his track record, this is an improvement." Cassius pulled her close. "And there’s more waiting at home. Everyone’s gifts are piled in your room." He squeezed her shoulder. "Isabella, you’re loved. Don’t waste your heart on those who don’t deserve it."

Her throat tightened.

Just then, a sleek Maybach pulled up nearby.

Thaddeus stepped out, Acacia clinging to his arm. She giggled as the night breeze tousled her hair, pressing closer to him.

"Thad, look! The fireworks are gorgeous!"

Acacia’s innocent charm had always captivated him—so unlike Isabella’s cold reserve.

Then, four more fireworks burst—Happy Birthday!

Thaddeus stiffened.

Today was Isabella’s birthday.

A boat drifted past—and there she was. With Cassius.

"Is that… Ms. Isabella?" Acacia feigned surprise. "Who’s that man with her? They look… close."

Thaddeus’ grip on the railing turned his knuckles white.

Was she already moving on? Then why had she cried so desperately in front of him earlier?

As the boat docked, Cassius guided Isabella off, his arm around her waist.

"Isabella!"

She froze at Thaddeus’ voice.

Turning slowly, she met his furious gaze. Even now, his face sent a traitorous pang through her.

But no more.

"Who is he?" Thaddeus demanded.

"Memory failing you, Mr. Abernathy?" Cassius smirked. "We’ve crossed paths in business before."

"Isabella. Answer me." Thaddeus ignored him, stepping closer.

"We’re divorced. Who I’m with is none of your concern." Her voice was steel.

"You’re seeing someone before the divorce is even finalized?"

The audacity.

Cassius’ eyes narrowed. As Thaddeus moved to strike, Isabella stepped between them.

Protecting another man?

Thaddeus’ rage flared.

"You flaunted your mistress in my face for years. What right do you have to question me?" Isabella’s laugh was sharp. "Or is it only the husband who gets to play?"

Her words struck like a blade.

Acacia, rushing over, stumbled—her heel snapping. She fell with a dramatic cry.

"Thad! My ankle!"

Thaddeus turned to help her.

When he looked back, Isabella and Cassius were gone.