Chapter Ninety-Two.

Isabella Evans arose from her bed with a forceful jolt, realizing her whole life wasn’t just a nightmare like she’d hoped it was.

“Shit” She cussed the moment she took the newspaper in her hands to see the unapologetic headline that couldn’t have been any more invasive and insulting to her. Running her hands through her hair, even summoning a deep breath seemed to be such a task.

Alas when she finally brought her feet to reach the ground, Isabella contemplated dialing the two men who had been dragged through the mud because of her. Her hands quivered but out of fear of the uncertainty—the fear that neither of them would want nothing to do with her anymore.

God, she did ruin everything that came within her reach.

And now, she hated everything. She hated that the paparazzi had put her in such a position, stuck between two walls when all she wanted really was a normal life to begin with.

Foolish of her to have thought she left them behind in Norman.

She remembered when it happened with