Isolde was nervous. Truthfully, she didn't want to go. But Julius was adamant about it.
She and her daughter, Anneliese, owed him more than they could ever repay. The clinic, the research grants, the security, everything had been made possible because of him. So even though she wanted to decline, she saw this as a chance to repay, in some small way, the many debts she owed.
With that thought, Isolde steadied her breathing and clasped her hands together, forcing herself to calm down. Whatever waited for her tonight, she had already made her choice.
If she happened to encounter her ex-husband tonight, then so be it. Honestly, a part of her wanted to see how he was doing.
No, if she were being truthful, she wanted to rub it in his face. She wanted him to see the connection she had built with Julius, a man whose name alone couldn't even begin to compare to any of her ex-husband's achievements.
