Isabella’s POV

My stomach dropped. I thought I was going to puke.

Dr. Henry still smelled like expensive cologne. He stood shaking my Mom’s hand like his fat cockhead hadn't been stretching my cunt open an hour ago.

His eyes locked on mine. That hungry look flashed across his face before he smoothed it into a professional smile.

Mom turned to me, her voice bubbly.

“Isabella, honey, have you met him? This is Henry, my fiancé!”

“I-I—”

Dr. Henry cut me off. “Yes, we’ve met,” he said smoothly. His voice sounded calm, like he was talking about a routine checkup. “I didn’t realize she was the Bella you’ve mentioned. Small...