26 The White Envelope

…Isabella POV…

I have never felt such extreme anger towards a single soul in my life before. To say that my heart is not raging with hatred towards Clayton would be a lie.

Did I love this man before?

If you ask me now, then I would say no. I feel betrayed, and god knows I feel hurt. The pain that he has inflicted on me is one that you can never forgive. How can he dare open the envelope without me? How can he do this to me? Can I even dare to say do this to us?"

What us?

There is no such thing.

I hate the man.

Yet this man thinks that he can underestimate me; it only takes me but a snap of my control and I pull him back, "Oh no, you are not going anywhere. Explain yourself?

"Isabella, I am not in the mood for this, you have clearly lost your mind and now I am on your attacking end."

Oh no, he just did not call me that, "I have not lost my fucking mouth…"

"Oh, ya that you have lost as well."