Chapter 58
Late night The room reeked of whiskey and smoke. Leo sat slumped in the armchair, shirt unbuttoned, glass dangling from his fingers. His head pounded, but not from the alcohol — from Isabella’s voice echoing in his mind. You’re hurting her more… Leo, look at her… He groaned, dragging his hands down his face. His knuckles stung from the cracked wall. He hated himself — for shouting, for scaring Isabella, for losing control. The door creaked open. Light footsteps. “Leo…” a soft voice whispered. Through his haze, his head snapped up. In the dim glow, a silhouette appeared — slim, familiar curves, hair falling the same way… his broken heart filled in the blanks. “Isabella?” his voice cracked, desperate. Sabrina stepped further in, lips parted to speak, but he was already pulling her c
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