Isla’s face was dark with anger. “Who told you it was okay to embarrass Cassian in public?!”
“There were reporters inside! If this spreads, how is he supposed to face anyone again? Who would still want to work with him?!”
I looked at her furious face and said calmly, “Spreading lies is what you call throwing dirt. Didn’t you hug him?”
“Isla, stop pretending. I know you’re not allergic to him, I saw him massaging your foot.”
Caught by my words, Isla froze. Her face tensed as she rubbed the spot between her brows in irritation.
“So what? Cassian is different from me.”
“No matter what happens, my husband is you. Isn’t that enough? Landon, don’t be too greedy.”
Five years of marriage without a single hug from her, and that’s called greedy?
She wasn’t the same woman she once was. I swallowed hard, pushing down the bitterness.
“You’re right. Wanting more was wrong. So I’ll fix it. Isla, let’s get a divorce.”
Just then, a guest came rushing out and accidentally bumped into me. I lost balance and fell down the steps, my knee scraping against the ground and bleeding right away.
Isla instinctively reached out, but after a few seconds, she pulled her hand back.
“Landon, stop making a scene.”