William’s POV
I stood in the middle of a spacious, modern living room, taking in the sight of floor-to-ceiling windows and breathtaking views of the city. The room was decorated in a clean, minimalist style, with white walls and sleek furniture. I walked around, imagining myself living here, waking up to the sight of the sunrise over the skyline. But something about the room didn't feel quite right, and I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Was it too sterile? Too cold? Or was it just not the right fit for me? I didn't know, but I felt a sense of unease.
I wondered if Isabella would like the place. It was modern and stylish, but it also felt a bit cold and impersonal. Would she feel at home here? I imagined our life together, starting a family in this space. But something about it d
