CHRISTIAN
The morning was suffocating.
I could feel the weight of her silence.
Isabella had barely looked at me since I walked into the room. Not a single glance. Not a single word.
She sat on the bed, her hands wrapped around her cup of tea, pretending I didn’t exist.
I hated it.
I hated how she had turned into a wall of indifference overnight. As if last night meant nothing.
As if the taste of her lips wasn’t still burning on mine.
I cleared my throat, adjusting my cufflinks. “I’m heading to the office.”
Nothing.
She didn’t even blink.
My jaw clenched. “Isabella.”
She took a slow sip of her tea, her gaze fixed on the window.
Something sharp twisted in my chest.
This was her punishment.
She was showing me exactly how it felt to be pushed away.
I deserved it, didn’t I?
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