CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FOURTY - FOUR - AVOIDING MATEO GARCIA AGAIN.

Alonso Sanchez continued to gab on about his late wife, his face showing a grief stricken expression. " Marisol was such a kind and sweet soul, you know. I loved her so much." Yes. Yes. Yes. Everyone around agreed with her father, and some even had something akin to pity and sympathy as they looked at him. Isabella's heart pounded in her chest as her father's words washed over her, and then there was the sympathy he was receiving, as if he was the victim here. As if he was the one suffering. Alonso spoke of Marisol, her beloved mother, with a tenderness that belied the dark truth Isabella knew all too well—the truth that her father was responsible for the attempted murder of her mother. A tempest of anger and rage swirled within her, threatening to break free from the carefully constructed facade she presented to the world. How dare he speak of her mother's desire for his happiness when he had been the one to cause so much pain and suffering? Isabella's fingers tightened