Princess Anabelle POV
That evening when I was sitting in the secluded corner of the garden, a maid came and asked me to get inside as it looks like a storm is coming.
A storm.
My life has already gone through a storm and it broke whatever trust I had on Dominic. It is clear that he will never love me the same we once loved Isabelle. Why he is doing this even after knowing the bitter truth of Isabelle being alive, I don't know.
It breaks my heart to relieve those memories and not feel hurt or suffocating from the immense and helpless situation. I want to speak with Dom. But I don't want to see that cold and total emotionless expression on his face.
It feels like at the start of our marriage, he was exact like this and I don't know how to get past his features and know the real him.
