Isabella’s POV
I thought the pain will last for long time. But it didn’t.
Only after five minutes, the pain stopped making me take a breath of relief.
I continued to sit on the floor for few more minutes, composing myself at the same time waiting dreadfully for the pain to return but it didn’t.
I sighed before getting on my feet.
When I saw my reflection in the mirror, my jaw clenched tightly in anger, not on him but me.
All I can see in this mirror is a weak woman staring back at me. But I am not weak.
I am stronger than this. Why am I shedding tears for someone who doesn’t care about me.
I shouldn’t waste my tears like this.
Moreover if I cry over something so small then how am I going to bear if he does something more than this with her, that too for hours.
It is just the sta
