Sebastian couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was off.
It had crept in slowly, like fog over a familiar landscape—soft, gradual, and hard to notice until suddenly, everything looked different. Isabelle was still Isabelle, technically. Still brilliant in meetings, still graceful at events, still a force at the office and a steady presence with the twins. But with him? She was colder. More careful. And every time he tried to reach her, she slipped just out of emotional reach.
It started subtly. The absence of casual touches. The half-second hesitation before answering him. The way her laughter never quite made it to her eyes when they were alone.
He noticed it most in the quiet hours—those moments that used to be theirs. When they used to sit on the same side of the couch long af
