ISABELLA'S POV
He casually strolled into the living room, his presence filling the room. He sat on a sofa directly opposite Edward and I. He didn't so much as glance at me. In a way that I couldn't explain, it hurt.
"You're just in time son. The game's about to start."
"Totally forgot about today's match." He replied. He regarded me coolly and looked away, focusing on the television.
I was breathless. I suddenly felt like a fool. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I was in between father and son and I knew I couldn't keep being this way with Alex. I needed to make it clear and let him know that what we had had ended and was well in the past.
After all, I knew next to nothing about him anyway. But I knew enough for my emotions to go wildly out of control, that was for certain
