Isabella sat at a private table. Red wine in hand. Sipping slow.
Calm on the outside. Storm inside.
Her mind raced. Anger. Humiliation. All of it burning.
Landon. Barging into her home earlier. Threatening her. Looking at her with disgust.
Like she was nothing. Like she was beneath him.
Her fingers drummed against the glass. Silent rhythm. Restrained fury.
Then gripped it tighter. Knuckles white. Tension visible. Like the glass might shatter.
She checked her phone. Again. Waiting for Noah.
He was late. On purpose. Always had to make an entrance.
She remembered Landon's eyes. Cold. Detached. Full of disgust.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to need her. To come back. To realize she was the one.
Instead, he looked at her like something on
