Isabella
I didn’t know how long I sat there staring at the word divorce on my screen, but I knew it was long enough for the room to grow quieter, and long enough for the anger in my chest to cool into something colder.
Something final.
The bedroom door suddenly opened behind me without warning, and I didn’t need to turn around to know it was William.
His presence filled the room instantly, familiar and heavy. I used to love his presence, but now, I absolutely loathed it.
For a moment, he said nothing. I could feel his gaze on my back, probably noticing the tension in my shoulders, the packed documents beside me, the silence hanging between us, then finally, he said.
“What was that downstairs?” His voice was controlled, but barely.
I slowly locked my phone and placed it beside me
