Following a heated exchange of text messages with Isabella, William found himself seething with anger as he reclined against the car seat, his eyes shut tightly in frustration. Despite his efforts to maintain a composed facade, his mind churned with irritation and resentment towards Isabella.

'What an irrational and ludicrous assumption Isabella has made. Does she truly believe I have no plans to end things with Penelope?' William muttered under his breath, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. He attempted to quell his rising temper by taking several deep breaths, but the simmering anger refused to dissipate.

'If I had no intention of breaking up with Penelope, why would I...