Isabel felt Howard's arm slide away from her side, and she leaned against the wallpapered wall to steady herself. Howard strode across the room and grabbed Yvette by the wrist. Yvette's face flashed with anger, and she tried to pull her hand away.
"Ow, Howard, you're hurting me," she complained.
"I'll let go when you apologize to Isabel," Howard said.
"Well, we both know I'm not going to do that," Yvette said. "I can't believe you're taking her side. I'm your sister, Howard. I know we don't always get along, but you have to listen to me. We're family."
"Isabel is my family now," Howard said. "And she's yours too."
"She's not," Yvette sniffed. "She's your wife—or will be until you get bored."
Howard glared at her, "I'll only say it once more. She's part of the fami
