Chapter 61

Isabelle stumbled out of Stanton's arms, her heart responding by beating erratically. Stanton smiled victoriously while Christian's hands on his side clenched tightly into fists. A stabbing pain cut across his chest as the image rotated in his mind incessantly. His pregnant girlfriend and her manager—how the hell was he going to live with that?

"Chr...ch." Isabelle's tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The wild look on Christian's face was enough to have her trembling in her own skin. One look at Stanton, and she knew from his smirk that he was the one who had set her up. When she called him the day before to tell him that she would go see him and do as he wanted, he decided that he would call Christian.

"How could you?" Christian was breathing out fire as he stalked towards Isabelle.

"It's not what you think." She whispered, not attempting to wipe the tears that had begun flowing down her cheeks. She curled her upper lip upward, a couple of emotions taking over. It was a mixture of ange