CHRISTIAN
I left the office early, something I hadn’t done in a long time. Work had always been an escape—a way to keep myself occupied, to drown out the things I didn’t want to think about. But today, for the first time in years, I was eager to get home.
Because today, I had planned something for Isabella.
It wasn’t just an ordinary outing. It was something that would bring back a piece of the happiness she had lost. And I wanted—no, needed—to be the one to give it to her.
As I drove through the streets, my fingers tapped against the steering wheel, my mind filled with thoughts of how she would react. Would she be surprised? Happy? Or would she be skeptical, suspecting some hidden motive behind my actions?
I sighed.
Knowing Isabella, it would probably be the latter.
The moment I r
