The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Isabelle’s apartment, casting a golden hue on the walls. Yet there was nothing warm or comforting about the atmosphere inside. The tension between her and Sebastian crackled like a live wire, heavy and suffocating.
Sebastian stood near the window, his broad shoulders rigid as he glared at her, fury simmering just beneath the surface. His presence dominated the room, making it feel smaller, more claustrophobic. Isabelle stood her ground near the couch, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, every nerve in her body on high alert.
“You kept my children from me,” he said, his voice low but fierce. “For years.”
Isabelle’s jaw clenched. “I did what I thought was best.”
“For you, maybe,” he shot back. “But what about them? Did you ever st
