Isabella placed the file once again in Vincent’s face, despite his uproar. He angrily snatched it and signed without going through it.
After giving it to her, he expected a response, but she took it and left for her room. After their heated argument, the tension between Vincent and Isabella was intense.
Vincent, still feeling the sting of their disagreement, decided to sleep on the couch. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts of Timothy getting his win and the constant danger that seemed to shadow their every move.
Isabella, on the other hand, moved to the bedroom. She closed the door softly behind her, a heavy feeling settling in her chest as tears ran down her cheeks.
She wanted to make their house a home, but the weight of their situation was a constan
