"Your husband cheated on you!"

When she received Selena Garwood's call, Isabelle Chambers was in the midst of modifying the latest design of her wedding dress.

The hand that was holding the pencil jolted to a stop, adding an ugly stroke on the almost finished drawing.

"What did you just say?" Isabelle asked. Her mind went blank- she thought that maybe she had misheard her good friend.

Selena repeated, "I said, your ungrateful husband cheated on you! Come over to room 1102 at Golddusk International Hotel. Right now!"

Isabelle didn't know how she had managed to hang up the phone. She was still in shock after a few minutes.

Only when a sharp honk of a car made her snap out of her trance, did she come back to her senses. With the sketching pencil still in hand, she rushed outside.

Marcellus Jefferson had cheated on her. Those few words were sharp knives that stabbed right into her heart- the pain was unbearable. She stumbled along her way, knocking over a painting rack by accident.

The items on the rack fell into pieces on the floor.

The workers outside of her office heard the commotion and rushed over in concern. "What's wrong?"

Isabelle couldn't muster the words to answer them. She got up without a word and continued to run outside.

As they were forced to get married, the relationship between Isabelle and Marcellus had always been very distant.

It was an arranged marriage between the Chambers family and the Jefferson family.

Noah Jefferson, Marcellus' grandfather, had taken a liking to her, and he also admired her family's connections. In addition to that, it was no news that Isabelle had always fancied Marcellus ever since she was a little girl. Noah felt that she was the most suitable wife for Marcellus, and the result was a forced marriage between the two.

However, even after marrying her, Marcellus still showed no signs of interest in Isabelle.

Not to mention that in the two years that they had been married, Marcellus had returned to their shared home less than five times.

Isabelle knew that he wasn't interested in her and that he hated the arranged marriage. However, she believed that Marcellus would eventually be moved by her as long as they spent more time together.

She had never thought that one day, he would cheat on her.

Isabelle sped to the hotel in her car.

"Isa, you're finally here!" Selena rushed over and grabbed her wrist before they ran towards the elevator.

"They've already been in the room for half an hour!" Selena claimed as they were walking quickly, "They might've already done it!"

Isabelle followed Selena's fast-paced footsteps with great difficulty. Her mind was still blank. She could hear every word that Selena was uttering, but she couldn't understand any of them.

"If Marcellus really is cheating on you, Isa, divorce him on the spot! No second chances!" Selena huffed angrily. When Isabelle heard the word 'divorce', she finally came to her senses.

"Divorce..." she repeated the foreign word.

Selena gritted her teeth and continued, "Yes, divorce. He's always with that childhood friend of his. You've been through enough pain because of him for all these years. You have to divorce him!"

Isabelle's mouth felt dry, and her words were stuck in her throat. "What if, it was all a misunderstanding..."

Selena sneered as she took out the room card. "You'll find out when you see it with your own eyes!"

The two of them had already arrived at the room. Without hesitation, Selena then opened the door and dashed into the room.

"Marcellus, you b*stard!" came Selena's furious voice. Following that, a woman's ear-piercing scream and Marcellus's familiar deep voice filled the room.

"Selena, what are you doing here?" Marcellus asked.

Isabelle stood at the door. She couldn't move an inch as she was scared to face the truth. 

She felt as if it was all a dream, a nightmare.

"Isa, come in and see for yourself! Your husband is lying in bed with another woman right now!" Selena yelled, but Isabelle couldn't comprehend her words. Selena's voice reached her ears, and yet it all fell into pieces.

A mixture of voices erupted from the room. There were the pitiful sobs of a woman and the angry voice of Marcellus.

Selena rushed to switch on the lights in the room. After that, she dragged Isabelle into the room and pointed at the two occupants.

Marcellus was standing by the bed. He only had on a half-unbuttoned shirt with several lipstick stains on it. His usually tidy black hair rested on his forehead messily, while his handsome and sharp eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him.

The other woman on the bed looked familiar, it was Allison Elwood. Her hair was damp and she was only wrapped in a bath towel, exposing her shoulder and legs. She curled up helplessly and held Marcellus's arm with her other hand, hiding in Marcellus's arms while shivering. 

Marcellus pulled over a quilt and wrapped Allison's delicate body with it. His every movement displayed his care for her.

However, his eyes were indifferent as he gazed at Isabelle.

"What do you want?" Marcellus questioned curtly.

Isabelle's eyes were widened. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest in pain, and her voice was trembling.

"Marcellus, did you and Allison sleep together?" There was a part of her that still wanted to believe that it was all a misunderstanding.

What if he was only sending Allison off to rest?

"Isabelle, what tricks are you playing at?" Marcellus did not even bother to answer Isabelle's question. His forceful gaze held hers as he spoke aggressively, "How did you know that Allie and I were here? Did you hire someone to follow me?"

When he uttered the last few words, he gnashed his teeth in anger.

He knew that Isabelle had sent multiple people to follow him around in the first six months of their marriage. What a lunatic, and a psychopath.

In his eyes, she was absolutely annoying.

Isabelle's gaze was dull and empty. As she stared at Marcellus' face, she felt as though she was looking at a stranger.

He was the one who was caught having an affair, how could he still act so aggressively and arrogantly?

Was their marriage really so worthless to him?

Selena piped up just then, "Isa, why are you still standing there? Look at the two of them. They might've already done this countless times!"

Isabelle's eyelashes trembled at this statement. She felt as if her heart was being crushed, and it was torturous. She simply stared at Marcellus, her face stripped of color.

However... if he were to dispute Selena's claim, she would still believe him.

As long as he said something.

Yet, he only frowned as he remained silent. He raised a finger and pointed to the door, ordering, "Scram out of here!"

Isabelle's whole body shook violently as she took in his words. Her vision blackened, and she had almost fainted.

Not only did he not bother to explain himself, but he even had the nerve to tell her to scram.

Looking back at it, their two years of marriage was nothing but a joke to him.

Some people say love would grow with time spent together... No, all of that was nonsense! It would only happen in fairytales, and this wasn't a fairytale. This was a harsh reality.

Isabelle closed her eyes as if she was trying to get rid of the ugly scene in front of her. When she looked at Marcellus once again, there was only despair left in her eyes.

Then, she slowly forced the words out of her mouth. "Marcellus, I admit defeat. Let's get a divorce..."