“Is there anything else you want to say?” Andrew’s voice was quiet but sharp.
Isabella drew in a shaky breath, her eyes searching for a glimmer of hope. “Will you help me or not?”
Andrew barely reacted, just a single deep breath betraying any emotion. His answer was blunt. “No.”
A bitter laugh slipped from Isabella before she ended the call.
Benjamin stepped over, grabbed the phone from her hand, and tossed it onto the sofa. He wrapped his arms around her. “Come here, it’s alright, don’t cry.”
Isabella clung to his shirt, her sobs breaking through her words. “He won’t help me. He said he loves Emily Blair. Can you believe that? It’s ridiculous. What was I to him all these years? What did all that kindness mean? I hate him, I really hate him.”
Benjamin held her close, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Hey, you have me. I’ll help you, I promise. Don’t cry anymore.”
Exhausted, Isabella finally cried herself out in his arms. Benjamin helped her to the guest room to rest. When she was fast asleep, he made a call, his face cold and hard.

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