Isabella's POV
The words on the note blurred as I stared at them, my breath catching in my throat.
“Leave him, Isabella, or this gets worse.”
Alex stood beside me, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His stormy-gray eyes burned with a mix of fury and fear as he paced the living room like a caged animal.
“This is getting out of hand,” he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.
I placed the note on the table, trying to steady my trembling hands. “Who could’ve done this?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer.
“Monalisa,” he spat, stopping in his tracks. “She’s escalating things. She must’ve sent someone to do this.”
“Do you really think she’s behind it?” I asked hesitantly. “What about Ethan? He has just as much reason to—”
“No.” Alex cut me off s
