Chapter 8

As soon as Isabella found Dylan's room and entered she closed the door and placed her hand on her chest and clutched the dress tightly. She couldn't bear the pain inside of her heart. She thought Dylan was serious but never thought he was just acting. She slowly sat on the cold floor and breathed heavily. Her chest was suffocating and her mind was empty. Unintentionally her tears came out of her eyes and she buried her face against her palms. She wanted to force her tears back but everytime she tried, her cries increased.

Flashbacks surged into her mind how Dylan treated her in front of his family members. Kissing her forehead, pulling the chair out for her to sit, he acted like a well-mannered gentleman.

His performance was flawless. He had successfully substantiated himself as a perfect husband who unconditionally loved and doted on his wife. He had appeased every relative in his family.

He was just acting.