Isabella's POV
The weight of Alex's words from last night still lingered in my mind as I tried to focus on my work. His warning, his presence at my apartment—it all felt like puzzle pieces I couldn’t put together. And now, with Ethan and Monalisa both circling me like vultures, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bigger was brewing.
“Isabella!” Sarah’s voice yanked me back to reality. She stood at my desk, arms crossed, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. “I’ve called your name like three times. What’s going on with you?”
“Sorry,” I mumbled, rubbing my temple. “Just… distracted.”
“Clearly. You’ve been distracted for days now.” She sat down across from me, her voice softening. “Talk to me. Is it Alex? Ethan? Or both?”
I hesitated. Sarah was my best friend, but even
