Stepping out of the tavern, the biting cold wind made her shiver. Isabelle instinctively pulled her trench coat tighter around her body, still shaken by the unexpected encounter with Jayden earlier.
It had been three years, and she never imagined he would still remember that little tavern, let alone sit in the same spot. The coincidence felt almost too much to bear.
"So what?" she muttered bitterly. "He's just still holding onto the past, fuming because I'm still here. He can't get over it!"
The thought of Jayden's betrayal and the humiliation he had caused her filled her with a mix of emotions. It wasn't that she was still hung up on him, or that she regretted anything—it was just the crushing realization that all her heartfelt feelings had been tossed aside like trash.
Once back at t
