~Isabella POV~
I was in the middle of dinner with my new husband and his family, pretending that my husband's girlfriend was not next to him offering him her big t**s up for dinner. I knew that Victor was doing this on purpose, trying to get a rise out of me. Though I would have loved to jam my fork into his thighs and punch Angie in the throat, I decided that would be too easy, and I was not going to give Victor Bernardi the satisfaction.
I have just given a passionate toast drenched in sarcasm praising Victor for being a high character man and not the one who would find it acceptable to bring his girlfriend to a family dinner that is meant to celebrate his new wife. Though I knew he was smart enough to get the insult, I noticed Victor was unbothered. Why would he be? Especially when
