Cheated Once Cherished Forever: The Billionaire's Bride novel Chapter 17

Seeing Alexander's pained expression, Isabella wanted to tell him he didn't have to eat it. She could always get him something else.

But before she could say anything, he sneered. "The bun is thicker than your face. The lettuce is old, and the meat is bland and boring like you."

Every word was a personal attack on her.

She clenched her teeth, trying to hold back the rage. If she had a knife right now, she would've gladly used it.

Three years hadn't worn down his arrogance. If anything, it had only gotten worse. With disgust, he pushed the food she bought away and spat, "This isn't even fit for human consumption."

Isabella forced a smile. "Since what I bought can't satisfy you, I'll have someone else get you breakfast."

With that, she turned to leave, but his infuriatingly calm voice stopped her. "Get me breakfast from the pastry shop on Swanton Street."

She froze in place momentarily, and all her fury vanished instantly.

He still remembered that shop.

They used to frequent that place when they were together. The shop was run by a loving couple who kept it warm and spotless. The pastries were delicious, but what stood out most was how affectionate the couple was with each other.

A chill washed over Isabella as she remembered how she and Alexander had once vowed to spend a lifetime of happiness together.

"What's the matter? Did you forget about it, Ms. Moore?" His tone dripped with mockery.

His expression darkened. If looks could kill, she would've been dead by now. "Does that include that male escort from the bar?" he hissed.

She hadn't expected him to know about that. She'd only hired an escort once, and that very man became her husband. In a way, she had been faithful all along. Up until now, she hadn't slept with anyone else but Theodore.

With that thought in mind, she lifted her chin proudly and declared, "I believe that's my private business. If there's nothing else, I'll return to my desk now. Goodbye, Mr. Sinclair."

However, before she could even leave the office, Alexander spoke again. "Since I just took over, I'm not familiar with the company yet. I need you to go to HR and request to be my secretary."

Isabella turned, stunned. It took her several seconds to find her voice. "Why me? Mr. Sinclair, given our history, I don't think I'm suitable for the role."

His expression clouded over, and she was certain an explosion was coming. Yet what came instead was his calm reply, "Because you're the only one I know here."