Chapter 11

Audrey, who had been sobbing uncontrollably, suddenly stopped. She looked up at Isaiah in disbelief and asked, "You don't love me?" "Why don't you love me?" she screamed, her voice breaking with the pain of her words. She had given everything to this man—her youth, her purity, even the child she had carried for him. And now, he was telling her he did not love her. Isaiah looked at her, stunned by her outburst. Her madness reminded him of the woman who had screamed at her cheating husband in the house next door. He leaned down, gripping her chin so tightly that it almost dislocated. He questioned Audrey, "Who do you think you are, demanding my love? If Esme could have children, you wouldn't even be here right now. I would've gotten rid of you the moment you climbed into my bed!" That night at the party, Isaiah had drunk more than he intended, encouraged by his business associates. Esme had never liked the smell of alcohol, so he decided to sleep it off in a guest room until the buz