"Go ahead," she said with a smirk, her voice honeyed and mocking. "Tell him. I'm sure he'll rush to your side immediately." Her lips curled higher, her voice low, mocking and cruel.
"If he cared so much, little Bella, why would he bring all of us here on your honeymoon?" She laughed then, loud and bitter, the sound echoing against the walls like poison. Isabella froze. Her feet stopped mid-step. Her arms tightened around her laptop. Her arms tightened around her laptop, her throat going dry. To hide her emotions, she shoved the laptop into her bag.
"I don't believe you," she whispered, more to herself than to Alexa. But Alexa heard it. And laughed harder.
"Of course you don't. That's what makes it so cute." She gave Isabella a slow, deliberate glance up and down, her eyes pausing at the dress clinging softly to Isabella's body.
For a split second, something flashed across Alexa's eyes—jealousy but she buried it beneath a polished smile.
