A Sweet Vengeance

ISABELLE

This is a nightmare.

It has to be.

The office is bustling with noise, but my world is as silent as a graveyard as I stare at the TV, watching the anchor's voice drone on.

"Renowned heir and millionaire, Andrew Cole is officially engaged to Evelyn Carter..."

I can't move, can't breathe, not when my whole world is combusting before my eyes.

What the hell is happening?

Trying to make sense of it, I blink, shake my head and look again.

The image on the screen is so clear. Andrew's arm wrapped around Evelyn, both of them smiling like they have just won a lottery.

The anchor's voice drifts in and out, but I can't focus on anything except the image.

I can't breathe.

This isn't happening.

This can't be bloody happening.

"Miss Reynolds?" a voice cuts through the fog in my mind. "What's going on?"

Jake Montero, my ever demanding boss whom I would normally not risk offending.

I don't bother to answer him now, though.

My mind is incapable of making sense of anything right now

"Miss Reynolds? I am talking to you.*

Again, I don't respond.

Instead, I rush to my feet, my chair crashing against the desk, but I don't care. I grab my bag, ignoring his confused call, and rush out of the office.

"There has to be some explanation for this," I mutter to myself. "They wouldn't, it doesn't... It has to be a lie. It has to be."

I'm not thinking straight, that was for sure.

I just couldn't wrap my head round the fact that I just got dumped and played.

My feet are moving before I even realize it, but I know where I'm headed. Our apartment. I can't let this be real. I need to see it with my own eyes.

The streets blur as I drive, but I don't care about the rain, the traffic. Nothing matters except reaching Evelyn and Andrew. They have to explain themselves.

By the time I pull up to the apartment I share with Evelyn, my heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might burst out of my chest.

I don't even bother with the umbrella, allowing the rain to drench me as I rush to the door.

The moment I step inside, the sight I see stops me dead.

Andrew is here.

He isn't supposed to be here

Hw is supposed to be in france.