Isla’s POV
Since this whole thing with Marco, my life has been moving… robotically. Kids, work, home. Home, work, kids. A never-ending cycle. I go through the motions, keeping up appearances, pretending that I don’t feel like a ghost in my own marriage. Shane still hasn’t fully forgiven me. We argue—constantly. The kids see it. I know they feel it. And I wonder, every damn day, if it would be better to just let go, to divorce him, to stop pretending we can salvage this mess. But then I think about my kids. I want them to grow up in a home with both parents. Isn’t that supposed to be the right thing to do? Even if the love is gone? Even if I feel like I’m suffocating?
Shane talks to me more now, but that’s it. He talks. He doesn’t touch me. No kisses. No hugs. No warmth. No intimacy. It’s
