Isabella′s POV:
My head hung low. The air tasted bitter, so resentful. I want to raise my head upward, but it withers to the side instead.
However, those words.
Those words.
"What gives you the right to tell others about my family matters?"
My fists began to clench, and I root my jaw. “What right?” those two words slither out of my lips. I swallow, “I believed being your mate, your lover-” Holy Moon Goddess, that mean lady, did I just call him my lover? “gave me the right to be concerned about you.”
He looks at me, but nothing exits his mouth.
“I...I know I’m not the best s-soulmate.” I bit my lower trembling lip. “I...I don’t understand many things. I...I cannot connect with others...Feeling empathic is hard...and I want to try to help. I truly do, but I don’t what to do.”
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