Wedding Wrecker

"You're still a virgin, right?" Isabella's laughter held a bitter edge as she pushed Deus Wycliffe's body away, putting space between them once more.

"Virgin? After what you did to me last night, you're asking if I'm still a virgin?"

"I meant before we... you know."

"Will my answer change anything, Deus? Will it?" Deus fell silent, Isabella's cutting words sinking deep into his heart.

"It's your fault, Isabella. You initiated this deception. If you hadn't lied, none of this would have happened. When you claimed to be pregnant with my child, it was like insinuating that you and I..." Deus paused, searching for a more tactful term. "Well, engaged in what we did last night." He finished his sentence, realizing the impact of his words.

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"Maybe this will refresh your memory." Deus Wycliffe's grip tightened on Isabella's neck as he drew her closer.

"I won't allow anyone else to lay a hand on you but me."