ETHAN’S POV
I was sitting in my office, staring at the screen of my phone—unmoving.
The trending topic streaming online flashed across my notifications. The headline was written boldly:
“Renowned Artist, Isabella North Arrested During an Art Exhibition.”
I pressed play again, just to be sure I wasn’t seeing things.
There she was—Isabella—caught in a heated confrontation, then later dragged away by security in front of a stunned crowd. Cameras clicked, people gasped with disbelief.
In the past, I might’ve been affected by it.
But ever since I finally woke up from my foolishness, I felt nothing but disgust—for her and for everything I’d done wrong.
My chest twisted in the next second, not because of Isabella.
But because of the woman standing at the corner.
Her aura, her silhouette
