Sitting on her bed that morning in her apartment, with her son healing fast, Isabella sat with the letter still in her hands. She had read it over and over through the night until the words burned into her heart.
“I never stopped loving you.”
Those words broke something inside her and healed another part. For the first time in a long while, she saw Alexander not as the arrogant billionaire who wanted control over everything but as a man who loved too much and was terrified of losing it all again.
The silence in her bedroom was heavy. Ethan was finally back home, sleeping peacefully, clutching his teddy bear to his chest. The only sound was that of his soft breathing.
Kaya peeked in quietly: “Ma’am, you haven’t eaten since morning. Should I bring breakfast?
Isabella smiled weakly. “Not
