“If you really want a child, we can do IVF later. As long as you don’t touch me, everything can stay the same as before.”
She wanted to say more, but suddenly turned her head. Not far away, Cassian was covering his mouth, watching us with tears in his eyes.
“Landon, go to your hospital first. We’ll talk at home. I won’t divorce you.”
Leaving those words behind, Isla turned and rushed toward Cassian without a second thought. I watched as she gently held him, whispered something to comfort him, then took his hand and walked away, without even glancing back at me.
I stumbled back to the car, and the tears I had been holding finally fell.
Isla, there was nothing left for us to say.
That same afternoon, Monroe Group released an official statement.
“If anyone continues to slander Mr. Reed, the Monroe legal team will file a defamation lawsuit and make sure the other party pays the price.”
When I heard the news, I was standing at the door of Isla’s study.
She hated being interrupted while working, and that room had always been off-limits to me.
“Sign this paper,” I said.
She was still on the phone, her voice soft and gentle.