"It's my fault," Isabel whispered. "I know why he's doing this, Lyvana. It's because I couldn't give him a son."
Lyvana shook her head.
"Isabel, don't say that. That's not enough reason to betray one's family."
"Isn't it?" Isabel looked up, her eyes red and watery. "You know how much he cares about the family name. He wants an heir. Someone to carry on the legacy. Every time he looks at me, I see the disappointment. He thinks I failed him."
Lyvana felt so angry, Isabel had always tried so hard to be the perfect wife, keeping the house spotless and attending every boring event by her father's side. To hear her blame herself for his cheating made Lyvana's blood boil.
"He is the one who failed, not you," Lyvana said firmly. "Wanting a son doesn't give him the right to act like this. He's a grown man, Isabel. He is making a foolish choice."
Isabel just shook her head, clutching a lace handkerchief.
