Isabel comes home early in the morning and catches her wealthy husband Paul with his mistress Jane. Ignoring this, Paul boldly brings Jane into their home. Paul is powerful and dangerous. Isabel cannot leave, but soon shows her strength in fighting him.
Isabel enters her home laden with bags and gifts to surprise Paul for his birthday. Her excitement faded when she heard voices from their upstairs bedroom and saw women’s clothes on the floor.
Isabel climbed the stairs with her heart pounding frantically. Her world crumbled when she peeked through the ajar bedroom door and saw her husband sharing a bed with another woman….
‘Do you want to do it again?’ – Paul asked the woman, Jane. asked Paul to the woman, Jane, without noticing Isabel.
When he finally saw her as she dropped her bags in shock, he was calm as a cucumber.
‘Hi Jane, this is my wife, Isabel,’ he said calmly.
‘Hi,’ Jane replied, oblivious to the fact that she was in a married man’s bed.
‘This is crazy!’ exclaimed Isabel. ‘How could you…’
‘Relax,’ said Paul. ‘Why are you back so early?’
‘She’s wearing my dressing gown, Paul, and she’s in our bed!’ exclaimed Isabel, pointing at Jane. ‘And do you care why I came in early?’
‘You said you’d be back by seven. It’s not even 5:30 yet,’ Paul said, evading a reply. ‘Get your stuff and get lost for a couple of hours.’
‘Yeah, you’ve got ten seconds to disappear, sweetheart,’ Jane added as she confidently went to bed.
Isabel was devastated. She decided to break up with Paul for good and took her spare clothes from the guest room.
As she was packing her things downstairs in the living room, she was distracted by a voice.
‘Why are you packing?’ asked Paul angrily.
‘I’m leaving you! The children are staying with me!’ said Isabel. She would never see this man’s face again in her life!
‘Leaving me? And where exactly are you going?’ Paul taunted her, reminding her that she had nowhere to go. Her mother was dead, Isabel had fled her hometown with Paul, and she had no friends.
‘And Julia and John? What will happen to them when I block your cards?’ – threatened Paul, using their children. threatened Paul, using their children against her.
‘You have a mistress. What could you possibly want with me and my children?’ exclaimed Isabel.
‘They are my children too. And don’t forget, darling, without me you are nothing,’ Paul said cruelly. He was right. Paul was a powerful man, he had connections, and he was rich. And Isabel? She was a simple housewife who had sacrificed her life, career and dreams to be near her husband and children.
‘I’m leaving, Paul, and that’s final!’ – she said, gathering her courage.
‘If you want to leave, be my guest. But you’ll never see your children again,’ he threatened.
Hearing this, she froze in place. If he said she would never see her children again, then he would go to any lengths to make it happen. Thank heavens the children were asleep at a friend’s house and wouldn’t see it.
Isabel decided to stay, but she wouldn’t let Julia and John be a part of it, so she sent them to summer camp the next day. Because of the ongoing holidays, they insisted on going to camp. She knew Paul hadn’t been home all night; the last time she heard him was around midnight when he left with Jane.
As Isabel was preparing breakfast, Paul and Jane returned, acting as if nothing had happened.
‘Hello wife,’ Paul chirped. ‘Darling, how are you?’
‘Hi Isabel,’ Jane replied arrogantly.
‘Baby, where are your manners? Say hello to our guest,’ Paul said to Isabel, who only glanced at him.
‘I suppose you’re in no mood for pleasantries. Then set the table for three, please,’ Paul said as he gently led Jane over to the dining table.
Isabel felt hurt to see her husband with another woman, but said nothing. Yes, Paul was a lowlife, but he was the man she had once loved with all her heart.
During breakfast, Paul bragged about his business deals and connections, trying to upset Isabel, but she didn’t react. Then he suggested something shocking.
‘We should make this a regular thing. Jane should move in with us,’ Paul announced.
‘What?’ exclaimed Isabel.
‘At last the spectator has spoken. What, is there a problem?’ Paul looked at Isabel. ‘I thought so,’ he smirked, ignoring her.
‘I think that’s a great idea! Will you help me move my things, dear?’ asked Jane to Paul.
‘Sure, why not?’
Isabel felt even more betrayed. She and her children deserved better!
When Paul and Jane left the house, Isabel called a divorce lawyer named Charles. She found him on the Internet. She was nervous, but explained that she needed help to keep the children safe from Paul.
‘I’m sorry, Mrs Yeats, but I can’t take your case. Your husband is too powerful and dangerous. Everyone knows him,’ Charles explained.
‘Please, I beg you,’ she cried.