Isabella's POV
Evelyn played the victim perfectly, tears streaming down her face as she recounted her “suffering.” Victoria defended her fiercely. I sat there, silent and shaking, as they tore me apart with words.
When it finally ended, Charlie pulled me aside in the hallway, his expression conflicted.
“I need time,” he said quietly. “To figure this out. Stay in your room tonight. Don’t go anywhere.”
He kissed my forehead, almost tenderly before walking away with Evelyn.
I retreated to my room, collapsing on the bed in exhaustion. But sleep wouldn’t come. The fear of pregnancy, the notes, Evelyn’s return—everything pressed down on me until I could barely breathe.
Sometime after midnight, my phone buzzed with another message from Marcus.
Victoria is planning to destroy the remainin
