Isla’s POV
The door clicked shut behind Zayne, and the silence he left behind felt louder than the argument itself.
For a moment, Sienna just stood there—still in her wedding gown, fists trembling at her sides, chest rising and falling like she’d sprinted a mile. Her eyes were glossy with something she’d never admit to feeling.
I swallowed, stepping closer.
“Sienna,” I said softly.
“No,” she breathed, shaking her head hard. “Don’t. Don’t tell me I was wrong. Don’t tell me I shouldn’t have said anything. Don’t turn on me too.”
Her voice cracked on the last word. God.
They were both hurting, but she… she looked breakable.
I reached out and gently touched her arm. “I’m not turning on you. I’m here. I’ve always been here.”
Her breathing slowed for a second, but her shoulders stayed st
