ISABELLA’S POV
The classroom air felt heavy, the hum of students fading as Sebastian’s voice faltered, his hands gripping the podium, his eyes flashing with something raw—anger, maybe, or pain. I sat in the third row, my notebook open, my pen still, my heart pounding as I leaned closer to Caleb, my hand brushing his shoulder, my laugh louder than it needed to be. His arm was warm against mine, his green eyes glinting with amusement, but my focus was on Sebastian, on the way his jaw clenched, his shoulders tensed, his gaze flicking to me then away.
I saw it—the jealousy, the hurt, the same fire I’d seen yesterday when he’d screamed in his office, his body contorting like he was dying. But today, I wasn’t backing down. He’d hurt me, called me nothing, called me a f**k buddy, and make me f
