Isadora's POV
"Old friends, huh? More like old lovers, isn't it, Eamon?" The lady uttered, turning around and meeting my gaze with a smirk. A sudden realization washed over me like a tidal wave as I recognized her. She was the woman I had found that night, disheveled and naked with Eamon in the west wing during that party. The shock of recognition ignited a furious rage within me, and before I could think, the words spilled from my lips like molten lava.
"You!" I seethed, my voice laced with anger. "You're the one I found with him, aren't you? You cheap, dirty w***e!" I cursed.
She met my furious gaze with a smirk, clearly reveling in the chaos she had stirred. "Guilty as charged, sweetheart, a w***e who satisfied your mate in ways you'll never be able to," she retorted, her tone drippi
