Chapter 17 Unfaithful

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 th