Chapitre 18: Chapter 18: The Unexpectedly Betrayal

Chloe's Point of View

The walls were closing in. I was a blur of confusion and anger as I backed out of the study, trying to make sense of what I'd just witnessed. Still ringing in my ears were the voices of them talking-Jonathan and her. Isabella Monroe.

Barely breathing, I walked back down that long hall, my heart beating with every step. How was Jonathan, the man who had been cold and rather controlling and farthest towards me, was okay with her? And the way she was sitting on his lap as if she belongs there. That gives me blood pressure.

Why did I not confront them right there on the spot? I thought cynically, even though the plain truth was that I did not know how to respond. Everything seemed a blur, the ground uprooted under my feet.