Isabella sat alone in Killian’s room—the same room that was supposed to be hers as well after their marriage. Yet in her heart, she still thought of it as his. The walls, the scent, even the silence carried his presence, reminding her that she was merely an intruder in his space.
Ever since that humiliating day when he had left her in the dining room only to retreat to his study with his girlfriend, she had decided to cut him off completely. She ignored him at every turn, no matter how desperately her heart ached.
However, Killian had tried to get a response from her in those days. He threw careless excuses her way, starting meaningless conversations. When that didn’t work, he tried to provoke her into arguments, as if her anger was better than her silence. But Isabella had sworn to hers
