Chapter 83

In an instant— Whatever fire was still burning in William Frost’s chest fizzled out with a hiss. Any woman with two dogs? Definitely not someone to mess with. Summer Knight shot him a playful look, stuck out her tongue, and scrunched her face into a goofy grimace. With that, she turned on her heel and strutted off with the fierce-looking Little White in tow, like she owned the place. Meanwhile— James Carter didn’t waste a second when he got home. He went straight to his desk, popped the USB into his laptop, and hit play. Seconds later, his whole body froze. The woman in the video—his brand new wife Isabella Knight. The footage was straight-up vile. Disgusting. He could barely sit through it without wanting to throw up. The sounds coming from the video were too much. His hands clenched into fists—he seriously wanted to choke her. What the hell was wrong with her? She’d been with every guy on that damn boat? When the video ended, James felt like something inside him shattered. He felt ta