Late at night, Isabelle finally got into the car heading home. The driver kept glancing at her, clearly waiting for her to address the news about Nicholas and Lilla he must have seen. She chose to ignore his gaze, leaned back in her seat, and sighed. Outside the window, heavy snow continued to fall, the cold wind seemingly penetrating the glass, chilling her to the bone. Unconsciously, she picked up her phone again and clicked on the news that bothered her from social media. She subjected herself to the photos of Nicholas and Lilla having dinner together again, then scrolled down to the comments section.
"They look so in love."
"Isn't Nicholas married? Did he cheat?"
"Nicholas' wife has no power or influence; she wouldn't dare say anything when faced with her husband cheating with the e
