Isabelle stepped back without taking her eyes off her husband. She groaned quietly when she felt the closet's door touched her back. Luke really looked murderous as he slowly walked towards her.

"B-babe, " her voice sounded so small.

He halted to sneer at her. He was now only a few feet away from her.

"You call me Luke then babe? Scared of me aren't you?" he asked sarcastically.

Of course he was right. She won’t deny that she was afraid of him but she was angry too. She was mad at him but she was angrier at Victoria. Her decision to leave tonight might not be a good one...