Isabella didn’t wait for morning. Driven by a wave of betrayal, she called Tyler immediately, confronting him with the exact words from the email. Within twenty minutes, the front door slammed open. Tyler burst into the bedroom, his tragic demeanor completely replaced by a fierce, defensive fury.
“How dare you snoop through my personal accounts?” Tyler yelled, his face flushing red as he snatched the iPad from her hands. “You have absolutely no right to touch my things! This is exactly why I feel suffocated in this house!”
“Tyler, you are actively sleeping with someone else while playing the grieving husband!” Isabella cried, her voice cracking. “I’m not discussing this with a paranoid woman who violates my privacy,” Tyler stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
The sound echoed through the empty house, leaving Isabella alone in the dark, her mind reeling from how quickly he had turned his own guilt into her execution.