The next morning, Isabella found herself heading to Alexander’s house with the divorce papers.
She knocked on his door and entered when she didn’t get a response.
She wondered where everyone could have gone.
“Is anyone home?” She screamed across the sitting room, but no one answered.
She observed that the door to Alexander’s room was a little open and went closer. There was no one inside – only his clothes lay on the bed.
Isabella recognised his pants lying on the bed; it was the same pair she had gotten for him on one of his birthdays. She smirked as the events of that night crossed her mind.
Victor had cherished the pants and wore them to bed that day. He had always been the one gifting people presents on their special day. Hardly does anyone even remember his birthday. But Isabell
