Isabella’s POV
It’s been about a week now… and I haven’t heard a word from Asher.
Maybe I was stupid to think he actually loved me. I wanted to believe it—God, I did believe it. But maybe that was just me being foolish again.
“He’s probably curled up with Zara,” I muttered, the words like splinters in my chest. Just saying it out loud made it harder to breathe. I know I agreed we needed a break, but… I didn’t expect him to actually take it seriously.
I’ve been hurt too much already. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I hate how easily I fall. I hate that I gave my heart to another man—his brother, of all people. And now, he’s doing the same damn thing to me.
A broken sob slipped from my lips, then another. Soon, the quiet of my room was filled with the sound of my crying. I tried
