Isabel returns home early to find her wealthy husband, Paul, with his mistress, Jane. Unfazed, Paul boldly moves Jane into their home. Paul is powerful and dangerous. Isabel can’t leave but soon demonstrates her strength against him.\
Isabel stepped into her home, her arms laden with bags and gifts to surprise Paul for his birthday. Her excitement faded when she heard voices from their bedroom upstairs and saw a woman’s clothes on the floor.
Isabel climbed the stairs, her heart racing. Her world came crashing down when she peered through the ajar bedroom door and saw her husband sharing their bed with another woman…
“Would you like to do it again?” Paul asked the woman, Jane, not noticing Isabel.
When he finally saw her as she dropped her bags in shock, he was as cool as a cucumber.
“Hey! Jane, this is my wife, Isabel,” he said calmly.
Hi,” Jane said, not caring she was in a married man’s bed.
“This is insane!” Isabel shouted. “How could you…”
“Relax,” Paul said. “Why are you back so early?”
“That’s my robe she’s wearing, Paul, and she’s in our bed!” Isabel cried, pointing at Jane. “And you care about why I’m early?”
“You said you’d be back by seven. It’s not even 5:30,” Paul said, avoiding the issue. “Pick your stuff up and get lost for a couple of hours.”
“Yes, you have 10 seconds to disappear, honey,” Jane added, lying in bed confidently.
Isabel was devastated. She decided to leave Paul forever and grabbed her spare clothes from the guestroom.
As she was packing her things downstairs in the living room, a voice distracted her.
“Why are you packing?” Paul asked angrily.
“I’m leaving you! The kids will stay with me!” Isabel said. She would never see this man’s face again in her life!
“Leaving me? And where exactly are you going?” Paul taunted her, reminding her she had nowhere to go. Her mother was dead; Isabel had fled her hometown with Paul, and she had no friends.
“And Julia and John? What will happen to them when I block your cards?” Paul threatened, using their children against her.
“You have your mistress. What could you possibly want from my children and me?” Isabel cried.
“They’re my children, too. And don’t forget, honey, without me, you’re nothing,” Paul said cruelly. He was right. Paul was a powerful man; he had connections, and he was wealthy. Isabel? She was just a housewife who sacrificed her life, career, and dreams to be there for her husband and children.
“I’m leaving, Paul, and that’s final!” she said, gathering some courage.
“If you want to leave, be my guest. But you’ll never see your children again,” he threatened.
Hearing that froze her in place. If he said she wouldn’t see her children again, he would go to any lengths to do that. Thank Heavens; the kids were sleeping at one of their friends’ houses and didn’t see this.
Isabel decided to stay, but she wouldn’t let Julia and John become a part of this, so she sent them to summer camp the following day. With their ongoing vacation, they’d been insisting on visiting the camp. She knew Paul hadn’t returned home the entire night; the last time she heard him was around midnight when he left with Jane.
***
When Isabel was preparing breakfast, Paul and Jane returned, acting like nothing was wrong.
“Hello to the wife,” Paul chirped. “Sweetheart, how are you doing?”
“Hi, Isabel,” Jane said arrogantly.
“Babe, where are your manners? Say hello to our guest,” Paul told Isabel, who just glared at him.
“I guess you’re not in the mood for pleasantries. Well then, set the table for three, please,” Paul said, gently taking Jane to the dining table.
Isabel felt hurt after seeing her husband with another woman but said nothing. Yes, Paul turned out to be a jerk, but he was the same man she had once loved with all her heart.
During breakfast, Paul bragged about his business deals and connections, trying to upset Isabel, but she didn’t react. Then, he suggested something shocking.
“We should make this a regular thing. Jane should move in,” Paul announced.
“What?” Isabel cried.
“Finally, the spectator speaks. What? Is there a problem?” Paul looked at Isabel. “Thought so,” he smirked, ignoring her.
“I think that’s a great idea! Will you help me move my stuff, darling?” Jane asked Paul.
“Of course, why not?”
Isabel felt even more betrayed. She and her children deserved better!
When Paul and Jane left the house, Isabel called a divorce lawyer named Charles. She had found him online. She was nervous but explained she needed help to keep her children safe from Paul.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Yeats, I can’t take your case. Your husband is too powerful and dangerous. Everyone knows him,” Charles explained.
