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As the unexpected voice that uttered those words spoke, a kind of fear Isabella loathed immediately came over her and she gripped Charles's shirt for some kind of assurance of protection.
In turn, Charles held her closer.
Gabriel, with a sinister look on his face, took a few steps closer, his hands pocketed as his shoulders seemed to wear a certain gloat.
"I didn't know you were quite a whore. No wonder you didn't want to sleep with me anymore. How interesting is this?" He scoffed. "Does Mr. Charming here fuck you good? Is he the reason you won't give me a child?"
"Wh-" Isabella's throat had gone dry. She cleared it instantly. She had no desire to stay quiet. "What are you doing here, Gabriel?"
"I came here for my wife. Instead..." His smirk widened. "... instead!" he hollered. "I meet her letting another man touch her."
"I am not your wife, Gabriel. Not anymore."
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