Isabella’s pov
“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice cold and brittle, like glass on the edge of shattering.
Asher’s eyes met mine, tired and bloodshot. “Bella,” he rasped, voice hoarse, like he hadn’t spoken in days. “I know you said we should take a break, but… I can’t do it. I can’t be away from you anymore.”
His voice cracked on the last word, and that sound alone nearly undid me.
“I think I’ll leave the two of you alone,” Tessa said quietly, then walked out, gently closing the door behind her.
“f**k you, Tessa,” I whispered under my breath, my chest tightening.
“You won’t even look at me,” Asher said softly, pain woven into every word.
I lifted my eyes, hoping to meet his with indifference. I wanted to show him he no longer had power over me—that I wasn’t that girl anymore. But
