ISABELLA
I tried to focus on the road signs, the way the city sprawled past in steel lines and glass teeth, but nothing could compete with the heavy weight ballooning quietly in my chest. I sat still beside him, hands folded on my lap, eyes pretending to follow the blur of motion outside the tinted windows. But inside, I was twisted into something raw and shivering.
All I could think about were those damn comments. Words I hadn’t asked to see. Words I couldn't unsee.
“I miss when he would make posts like this and tag his woman as the person behind his success.”
His woman.
My jaw clenched before I could stop it. My body had already betrayed me before my brain could step in with its well-rehearsed script about how I didn’t care.
How it didn’t matter. How Logan could have a million pas
