Isabella sat at the sewing machine, skillfully guiding the needle through fabric.
Glancing up, she caught sight of Victoria and Nathan standing close together. Seeing their bodies pressed together, a mocking smile spread across her face.
They were always flaunting their love, weren't they?
Luckily, she had already stopped loving that scumbag. Otherwise, how painful would her heart have been?
Nathan, noticing the mocking look in Isabella's eyes, seemed to realize that his actions were a bit too much. He quickly pulled away from Victoria.
"Bella, who are you making clothes for?"
Nathan looked at the gray fabric on the sewing machine, clearly men's material, and his cold expression softened. He was sure that Isabella was making clothes for him.
Isabella, however, didn’t answer him.
