ISABEL
He's gone.
My husband of three years is actually gone. I sit there on the bed, processing, and then suddenly I'm shaking. Not from fear or sadness, but from the sheer adrenaline crash.
"Hey," Ares says gently, his hand on my shoulder. "You're okay. You're safe now."
"I know," I manage to say. "I just... I can't believe I actually did that."
"You were magnificent," Marco says, and there's genuine admiration in his voice. "I've seen hardened businessmen crumble under less pressure."
"He's never going to forgive me for that humiliation," I say, reality setting in. "He's going to try to destroy me."
"Let him try," Harvey says darkly. "He'll find out exactly how protected you are now."
I look up at this cold, intense man who's appointed himself my protector. "Why? Why are you all
