Man Of Honour: Never The Loser, Ex-wife!

Worthy Son-In-Law

“What the fuck, man?!” Isaac Anderson groaned as blood dripped through the hand he held to his nose.

“That is for making my… for making Susan a national mockery, you bastard,” Julian's words were colder than the degree outside.

The snow started falling again. A few flakes decorated Isaac's face like a clown.

Susan rushed towards him, giving Julian a scathing look.

“Are you alright?” she said worriedly as she helped him up.

“That bastard broke my nose and lips!” Isaac said as he leaned on Susan.

Julian's lip curled with distaste as he saw the wife who had never shown him compassion treating another man like he was an egg.

Isaac also took advantage of the situation, holding Susan to his side, even as Susan dabbed his lips and nose with her silk handkerchief.

“You are seeking death, uhn? How can you touch Mr Anderson? Do you even know who he is?” Madea chirped.

Tired of their status-hungry comments, Julian began to turn away from Madea when Carlos struck his left cheek.

Carlos had a chunky ring he loved to wear.

The thong cut into Julian's skin, drawing blood.

As Julian glowered at the older man, Carlos sneered at him, “I see you have grown some wings, right? You are determined to ruin my family totally, you bastard! I told Dad then, but he wouldn't listen!”

Julian was one step away from throwing a punch in the elderly man's smug face.

Yet it was not in him to hurt an elder or a female.

Instead, he turned away and decided to leave the living room where they were all displaying their shamelessness.

“Where do you think you are going?!” Isaac’s voice stopped him. “You think you can just hit me and leave scot-free?! Get back here right now and apologise!”

Julian turned around with a raised brow. His formidable look flickered a bit when he saw Susan plastered to Isaac's side.

Still, he looked firmly away from her and raised his brow mockingly at Isaac.

“Apologise to you? Yeah, right. That will happen when you grow some decent bone.”

“How dare you…”

“Julian, why are you so stubborn? Apologise to Mr Anderson now or he will make you suffer. You are not even worthy to be compared to the dirt off his shoes. What makes you think you can act so arrogantly?”

Julian could not believe he had spent five precious years loving such a vain woman.

“You want me to apologise? Dream on. When you are done with your rutting dog, I have something to discuss with you.”

He turned away again.

“Come back here!” Isaac bellowed.

“Make me,” Julian returned without stopping.

Susan's voice reached him as she said, “Isaac, just leave this fool alone. We have important things to discuss.”

“Yes, you are right, my love,” his voice dipped low as he continued, “You know, I really enjoyed our time together last night.”

What the…

Julian turned around to see Susan blushing as she dipped her head with a whispered, “Isaac.”

Susan, blushing?

Women really can be extra soft with the men they really want.

While she had always been like a ferocious lion when talking to him, Susan was now purring like a cat as Isaac pulled her tighter to his side.

His hand roamed lower down her waist until it was cupping her butt.

With his eyes on Julian's, Isaac said, “I can't wait to enjoy you more. What about…?”

Carlos coughed uncomfortably, finally drawing Isaac's attention.

Embarrassed colour stained his ruddy cheek as he gave Isaac a fawning smile, “We are happy to have you here, Mr Anderson. It's so good to see how much you love my daughter. Not to cut your… erm, talk short, but we need to sort this issue out. This scandal could ruin my family.”

“You are right, Mr Gibson. I am sorry for getting carried away. Your daughter is far too beautiful,” Isaac said as he came forward to shake Carlos's hand.

“I see where she gets her beauty from,” he said with a charming smile at Madea.

Madea preened like a peacock, patting her chignon-styled hair in place as she said, “Oh, Mr Anderson. You flatter me.”

“Just saying the truth,” Isaac said, pushing the right button of the vain Mrs Gibson.

Since he couldn't leave immediately anyway, Julian leaned against the wall and watched the Gibsons make a fool of themselves in front of the man who had such a calculating glint in his eyes that confirmed Julian's suspicion.

Anderson had something to do with that video.

“Well, don't just stand there. Go and get him something to drink. Make yourself useful,” Madea yelled at him.

Julian didn't even blink as he stared expressionless at them all.

Madea was about to step towards him when Susan laid a hand on the sleeve of her pink-sequined dress.

“Mom, leave him. Don't let him ruin this,” she stated.

“Yeah, Mrs Gibson. I won't take anything he brings anyway. What if he poisons it?” Isaac asked with a mocking look directed at Julian.

He was still angry about getting hit from earlier. He would surely take care of that lowlife once he had handled what he came here for.

Nobody laid his hands on him without paying dearly for it with their lives.

“Julian wouldn't…”

“Oh, you are right. Why didn't I think of that?” Madea cut Susan short.

Then she yelled for the maids.

“Mom, you fired them before you left, remember?” Susan reminded her in an embarrassed tone.

“Wait, why would I…”

Madea remembered as she looked over at Julian's nonchalant face.

She had sent the few maids they had left away, saying they didn't need to spend extra money when they had Julian to do all the work.

“And now, the idiot is trying to make us lose face! I will handle you later,” she thought furiously.

Then turned to Isaac, “Don't worry, I will get you the drink. Consider it my way of properly welcoming you to the family,” she smiled broadly.

“Oh, I wouldn't want to bother you. But if you insist, ma'am, may I have a glass of Chateau Cheval Blanc?”

Madea looked embarrassed as she responded, “Oh, I am sorry, we don't have that.”

A drink worth about half a million dollars? Who would casually have such a drink at home? She wondered in awe.

Obviously someone like him, which is even why it is important that her daughter make this connection with him.

Having a man like him as a son-in-law was winning the jackpot.