I stared at the divorce papers, the two names glaring back at me. My head felt a little cloudy—not sure if I was happy, sad, or just...relieved. After everything, we finally got here. It wasn’t easy.
Ronald put the pen away and said my name, cold as ever. “Isabella.”
I turned to look at him. He met my eyes, and there it was—that messy, pitiful jealousy written all over his face, even as his lips lifted in a mocking smirk.
“If Jordan hadn’t had that accident, would you have still married me?”
I blinked. His eyes were sharp—so sharp, they felt like they could cut. I paused, then kind of chuckled.
Back then, after Jordan got hurt, I was all over the place trying to find him the best doctor for his leg. I went begging, calling in favors in every circle I could think of. That’s
