The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter /13
Brittany froze in her tracks.
She had always known that Isaac, with his insufferable pride, was never one to apologize. He would have professed his love for
her while stabbing her in the back, even going as far as to make arrangements for their marriage without her consent.
She never thought she would see the day when Isaac would apologize so sincerely.
“I owe you an apology,” he said.
“If I could do it all over, I wouldn’t have acted like this.” Isaac’s eyes were dark and intense. “If I had known we would end up like
this, I would have pursued you seriously when you returned to the country. I would have made up for all the harm I’ve caused
you.”
If he could turn back time, he would never let Brittany suffer. He definitely wouldn’t have handled their marriage formalities
behind her back.
Brittany felt a knot in her stomach. After a long pause; she said, “So, you’re agreeing to sign the divorce papers?”
Isaac pressed his lips together, clearly unwilling.
“Then your apology is worthless.” Brittany scoffed, “Your apology is just to make yourself feel better, not because you realize
your mistakes.”
She had been right about him all along. Isaac’s apologies were always empty.
Brittany walked past him.
“Wait.”
Isaac grabbed her hand. His grip was tight. “If I sign the divorce papers, will you leave Imperial City with Daniel?”
He was afraid. Afraid that, like five years prior, she would have vanished without a trace.
For five long years, each day and night, he hadn’t forgotten Brittany. He didn’t want to experience the agony of waiting for dawn
with his eyes wide open again.

He wanted to make things right with Brittany. He wanted to make up for his wrongs.
Brittany laughed as if he had said something hilarious as she asked, “Do I need to report to you where I plan to go with my son?”
She shook off Isaac’s hand. He stood there, frozen, unable to jutter a word.
Brittany took a few steps before turning around.
“I heard from the doctor that you have insomnia. How long has this been going on?”
Isaac’s face was pale. “I...”
“Is it from those five years?” A touch of darkness flickered in Brittany’s eyes. “Isaac, you’ve manipulated me, and caused me so
much suffering. What kind of act are you putting on now? Everything that happened five years ago was because of you. Your so-
called apology, your so-called insomnia, they’re just part of the image you’ve built for yourself.” Brittany said gravely, “If you really
feel guilty, I hope you’ll sign the divorce papers. That way, we won’t have to make a scene, especially
since we have a son.”
For the sake of Daniel and their dignity, Brittany felt she had given Isaac enough time.
Brittany left with Daniel. Isaac stood there, still. After a long while, he finally got into his car.
When Derek Bishop arrived at the bar after hearing the news, Isaac was already drunk, sprawled on the couch. His handsome
face was flushed, a stark contrast to his usual elegance.
“What happened? Why are you drinking so much?”
Derek had never seen Isaac drink so much. He smelled like he had been pulled out of a barrel of whiskey.
Wesley, who was watching from the sidelines with his arms crossed, commented, “His love life and career are both a mess. He’s
just drowning his sorrows.”
Derek rubbed his temples and sat down grumpily. He’s got it easy. Apart from gardening at home, all he does is get drunk. He
leaves all his problems for me to deal with...”
“Marcel took over Grandeur Capital and he hasn’t targeted you?”

Derek had been with Isaac for so many years. How could Marcel have let him off easily?
“Don’t get me started.” Derek was visibly frustrated. “Marcel is a fool. The moment he took over, he made drastic changes and
many people Teft. If it weren’t for the need to gather information, I would’ve left long ago.”
He owned a portion of Grandeur Capital’s shares. Even if Marcel disapproved of him, he couldn’t have kicked him out. At most,
he would have just tried to trip him