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"Where the fuck were you?" His cold voice reached my ears, making my frown deepen even more.

"What do you mean...? I-I don't understand. Are you aright, Adam?" I asked cautiously when he stood up from his place and slowly stalked towards me.

"When I ask you a question, you fucking answer!" He yelled, throwing the glass in his hand on the wall behind us as I stumbled back a step in fear and flinched.

"Adam." I said calmly, hoping it would calm him down as well.

"Did something happen?" I asked searching his face but it didn't give anything away when he chuckled humourlessly.

"Did something happen?" He repeated, looking at me incredulously.

"You tell me, Isabelle. What the fuck happened to 'us'?" He spat.

I reached forward to touch him, to hold his hand, anything, but he took a step back, throwing me one of his deadliest glares.

"Don't you dare come near me." He said lowly and I could finally see the hurt swimming in his eyes under all that anger and fury.

What the hell happened?

"Adam, I-I don't understa-"

"Don't lie to me!" He boomed, his voice echoing in the empty area around us.

"Don't you dare fucking lie to again. I can't believe I actually fell for your 'I don't lie to anyone' bullshit." He said in distaste before pinning me with his sharp glare.

"So you think this was all fun and games, huh? You thought I was another bastard you could fool around with, make him fall for you, and then leave when you got bored?" He asked and I could see the vein popping on his forehead.

He was fuming.

"But I-"

"Don't." He held his hand up, stopping me from speaking.

"Don't say another word. I know all about what you've been doing behind my back these past few weeks." He said and my blood ran cold.

Did he know about the blackmailing?

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" He said.

"Adam, whatever it is, we can sit down and talk about it, like adults, there's no need to throw a fit because of i-"

"Not a word from you!" He yelled, and now, I had enough.

"No, you shut up, Adam. What the hell is wrong with you?" I said exasperated when he raised a brow at me in mocking.

"What the hell is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Tell me. Did you have fun today?" He spat when I frowned.

"What do you mean I had fun today?" I asked confused when he scoffed.

"Do you ever get tired of lying? Tell me, did you have fun playing with me? Have you already grown tired of me that you had to run along to other men to fulfil your needs? And to those who betrayed me?" He asked incredulously as my eyes widened.

"The hell are you talking about Adam?"

"Were you, or were you not at George William's house today?" He asked lowly when I gulped.

"I was, but not for what you're implying, it was fo-" I started but he cut me off abruptly.

"Cut the crap. You've been sleeping around with other men behind my back, haven't you?" He asked when I scowled.

"Are you out of your damn mind? How could you even think of that?" I yelled, frustration clawing at my bones.

"I didn't want to think that, or believe it, but god..." He shook his head.

"I know everything. You've been helping George with the money transfers as well, haven't you?" He asked.

"W-What?"

"You've been with him all this time, and I had no fucking clue. Right under my nose, and I had no idea." He said lowly, taking a step towards me.

"I haven't done anything of the sort, I would never do that, and you know it." I defended, my voice cracking when he scoffed.

"Do I now? What if I have proof?" He asked lowly when I frowned.

How can he have proof of something I've never even done unless... George Williams...

Shit.

"Adam, I'm telling you, whatever 'proof' you have, it's all a lie. George, he's been threatening me, us, and-"

"Stop! Just fucking stop Isabelle!" He yelled.

"I'm tired of your games, so just stop! I have all the fucking proof and it all points to you, no matter what, it leads to you." He inched closer to me and I took a step back, tears forming in my eyes.

"No, it isn't true, Adam, I swear to God, it's all a lie." I pleaded but he didn't seem fazed by my words.

"Isn't it though? You fucked me up, made me fall for you, and that..." He gulped shaking his head.

"That was the worst fucking thing I've ever done in my life. To fall for you." He whispered as the tears finally fell from my eyes.

"N-No, Adam, y-you don't mean that, I-"

"You what? Love me? You haven't even said it back yet. So tell me, Isabelle. Did you have fun playing with me? Did you even feel something for me? Ever?" He asked, his voice firm, strong, unwavering.

It made me falter.

"I-I told you before, Adam. I'm not ready to say-"

"To say that you loved me? Well congratulations, darling, you won't have to say it to me. Ever. Again." He said, poison laced in his tone.

"Adam, y-you need to listen to me, please, you have to belie-"

"No. Not anymore. I won't fall for your lies again. Because you're just like your little ex-boyfriend and Milani, a cheater and a vile, conniving woman, only after my money." He spat with venom and that was when I lost it, raising my hand and delivering a sharp slap to his face.

It was more than enough.

He looked at me shocked before clenching his jaw in anger as his cheek tuned red from the blow.

"I will tolerate everything, Adam, every fucking thing, but never, ever, will I let anyone degrade me like that." I said with venom in my voice.

How dare he?

"Open your fucking eyes for a moment and use your non existent brain to see where you went wrong. And when you do realise your mistake, I won't be here to listen to your fucking apologies." I said, tears streaming freely down my face.

"We're done." I spat before turning on my heel and marching out of the penthouse while wiping my tears away.

I won't let this break me, not again.

I repeated this in my head over and over again till I reached my car, and drove straight to the airport and called Lance.

"Isabe-"

"Get my plane ready, I'm leaving for England, right now." I said when there was silence on the other line for a few moments before he spoke again.

"Consider it done. Take care." He said before hanging up and I was thankful he didn't question me as I reached the airport and went straight towards our private hangar.

The crew greeted me as I went inside, strapped myself in and rest my head against the window as the plane took off moments later.

Waiting for a while, I went inside the bedroom in the back, curling inside the blanket, I let my heart bleed as I sobbed my heart out.

Would things be different if I had told him I had loved him? Maybe, maybe not. But who cares, right? What's happened has happened.

And maybe, just maybe, we were never meant to be after all.

* * *

"Thank you, Daniel." I thanked my landlord, a cheerful man in his fifties who smiled at me.

"No problem dear. If you need anything, just give me a call." He handed me the keys to my new apartment when I nodded, smiling a bit at him as he left.

Sighing, I entered the place I would now call home. Looking around the empty apartment, I remembered I had to call the furniture company to ask when they would arrive with my stuff.

It was my first week back in England, and I had been staying in a hotel Lance owned in London while I searched a place for myself, and had now found a nice apartment complex near.

It was really peaceful, with a garden around the building which. The place was older than it looked, but the man who owned it had definitely taken care of it.

It looked brand new.

Opening the window, I sat in the window seat and stared out at the cloudless blue sky, sighing as I leaned my head back, thinking about useless things for god knows how long before my stuff arrived.

It took me nearly two hours to get all the furniture set up nicely and I was proud of myself for not breaking down completely, but god knows how much I needed a good cry.

Preferably lasting a good few days.

Setting up the books I had bought from the store down the street, I looked at the time, noting it was still afternoon and could do with a small snack.

I remembered passing by a small café on my way here, so I slipped on my sneakers and made my way out, locking the door behind me just as the door of the only other apartment on this floor closed.

Shrugging, I went about my day, walking down the street and looking around, mentally reminding myself to get groceries and more clothes and essentials as I walked into the café.

"Hello, welcome to Aaron's Place, what can I get you?" The girl who seemed to be my age asked with a big smile once I had stepped up to the counter after waiting in line for nearly ten minutes.

"Hi, I'd like a barbeque sandwich and the orange juice, please." I said.

She nodded, typing in my order and I payed quickly, taking a seat at one of the empty armchairs after pulling out a random book from one of the shelves.

The café was quite cosy, the blue and yellow theme making it seem bright and colourful and I realised it was the only one in this area, which was why it was so crowded.

And because they served amazing food.

"Here you go, enjoy." The girl put the snacks in front of me and I thanked her before digging in. The sandwich was amazing.

I was really hungry, considering the last time I ate was breakfast yesterday at the hotel, which was two pancakes after which I had gone to check out the apartment.

My phone had been buzzing continuously since I had arrived, but I had only messaged Lance that I safely arrived and would be staying in his hotel for a few days for which he reserved a room for me.

Other than that, I hadn't spoken to anyone else since I'd arrived and had thus left my phone at home.

Finishing up, I walked out of the café, breathing in deeply as I walked towards the thrift shop I saw on the way here.

I bought some clothes from the shop, along with some really cute accessories before going home. I was trying to hold myself together, and as for my boutique, I had taken off for a few days.

But I was planning on opening it again. I'd design stuff and just send it to them, conduct meetings online and have Abigail handle most of it because I was basically losing interest in all things that made me, well, me.

Sighing, I flopped down on my new bed and the comfy mattress before pulling out my phone from the side drawer and turned it on.

I cringed at all the notifications and calls from everyone, but as I looked through all those missed calls, my heart dropped lower each time I realized that his name wouldn't be in those missed calls.

Not now, not ever.

Sucking it up, I took a deep breath and sucked back in the tears. I refuse to cry over a man who falsely accused me of things I could never do, and both of us knew it.

And yet, I cried.

I cried over my unfortunate fate, my unfortunate life, and my unfortunate everything as my pillow got wet with all the tears.

I could make a waterfall with how much I cried during the next few days, barely getting out bed, ignoring all the calls and messages I got and not even bothering to eat properly.

But on the fifth day, I had enough.

Getting up, I stepped under the shower, washing away the past as much as I could. I tried to wash away his sweet nothings, his gentle touches and his soft kisses from my body but they were engraved on me.

A bit too much than I'd like.

Taking a refreshing shower, I put on a pair of see through leggings and shrugged on an oversized sweatshirt that reached my mid thigh and pairing it with brown knee high boots, I grabbed my purse and phone and left the house to finally get out of my room.

I had enough, and I wouldn't let it affect me as much as it clearly was.

I just couldn't let it, or I'd never make it out alive.