Isabella didn't go inside immediately.
She stood outside the glass door of Alexander's office, her fingers quivering around her phone. That message—the photo of Alexander and Tracy standing too close—kept replaying in her mind.
“He looks happier with me.”
“Round one.”
Her chest was tight. She wanted to believe it was a lie, but Tracy had always been the master of illusions.
Isabella took a deep breath and stepped back into the elevator. She needed to calm down before she confronted Alexander. She needed to think.
But one thing was certain.
She wasn't letting Tracy win.
She sat in the living room later that evening, after tucking Ethan into bed, looking at the wall. Alexander noticed the distance in her eyes the moment he walked into the room.
"Isa?" he said softly, sitting down be
