POV Adrien
I wake up just a few minutes before the alarm goes off. I watch Isabella as she sleeps peacefully; her beauty is dazzling even in slumber. Her jet-black hair and blue eyes, inherited from her father, make her even more enchanting.
Carefully, I get up, trying not to disturb the mattress so I don’t wake her, and I head to the balcony. The air is cool but not too cold. I stand there in silence, lost in my thoughts, feeling a deep anguish. I feel trapped between a rock and a hard place.
I take my phone and dial a number I know by heart. It takes a few seconds for someone to answer, but finally, a female voice comes through.
—Good morning, my love. Was your night so bad that you’re calling me this early? —the woman says tenderly.
—Don’t play innocent; you know perfectly well why
