A kind of fear Isabella loathed immediately came over her and she instantly gripped Charles's shirt for some kind of assurance of protection.
He held her closer.
Gabriel, with a sinister look on his face moved a bit closer. "I didn't know you were quite a w***e. No wonder you didn't want me to sleep with you. What?" he scoffed. "Does Mr. Charming here f**k you good? Is he the reason you won't give me a child?"
"Wh-" her throat had gone dry. She cleared it. "What are you doing here Gabriel?"
"I came here for my wife. Instead..." his smirk widened. "Instead!" he exclaimed. "I meet her letting another man touch her."
"I am not your wife Gabriel, not anymore."
"Say that to my face bitch."
Charles moved almost violently towards Gabriel, Isabella pulled him back. Slowly, she got down and
