The sun had barely risen, casting a soft golden glow over the kitchen. Outside, the city was still waking up, the distant hum of traffic filtering in through the windows. The house itself was silent, save for the faint sounds of the staff moving about and the occasional creak of the floorboards upstairs.
Isabelle sat at the kitchen island, her fingers curled around a mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. She wasn’t drinking it. She wasn’t even sure why she had made it in the first place.
Her phone sat face down on the counter. She hadn’t touched it a lot since…
Since she had seen the pictures.
Sebastian and Victoria.
The headline had been bold and ruthless, twisting the knife in a wound she hadn’t even realized was still open.
Sebastian Hale rekindles romance with former fianc
