CHAPTER THIRTY - TWO - FEELING JEALOUS OF RAFAEL.

Mateo stood legs wide apart in front of the television in his office, watching the early morning news. His hands were buried deep in his pants pocket, and he had a vein ticking in his jaw. His eyes narrowed on the television screen, almost turning into slits. That bastard! How dare he do that to Aunt Marisol?! What kind of sick bastard was he? And then he was going ahead to remarry? Mateo had grieved when he heard about Aunt Marisol's death, and he had been greatly worried about Isabella and the fact that he was not there to console her. She had been there for him after his parents died. Hell, BeLLA and hunger for revenge were the only reasons he had been able to bring himself back together. He had written to her, though, expressing his condolences and letting her know that he was with her, even from a distance. He had written his address and new phone number, hoping to get a reply from her. He never did. He had realized why when he returned back to Navarre. Isabel