Sebastian didn’t sleep that night.
After Isabelle’s unexpected call, his mind had gone into overdrive. We need to talk. Four simple words, but they had clawed at him, twisting into something he couldn’t shake.
She never called him unless it was about the twins. And yet, she had.
And now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
What did she want to say? Had she realized something? Had she second-guessed her decision to be with Marcus? Had seeing him with Victoria made her… jealous?
He hated how much he wanted that to be true.
By the time the sun peeked through the heavy curtains of his bedroom, he was still wide awake, his thoughts a tangled mess.
But Isabelle didn’t come to him.
She didn’t knock on his door or call again.
The house remained still.
And as the hours passed, he told him
