Anothdr weekend rolled around after an awkward week between them. Isabelle almost thought she was ready to move their relationship forward as the agreed to meet up at his apartment as usual. She couldn't keep toying with the man's feelings.
But when she walked in that Saturday evening, the atmosphere in Marcus’s penthouse was colder than usual. No music played. No wine was poured. The city lights beyond the windows flickered dimly, distant and disinterested. The space felt sterile. Like something had already left it behind.
Marcus stood by the fireplace, staring at the flames, hands in his pockets, jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
He hadn’t meant to look at her phone.
It had been sitting on the counter when she stepped into the bathroom the evening before. A message lit up. He didn’t
