Chapter 20 The Breaking Point
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The next few days passed in a strange, quiet rhythm inside the De Luca penthouse.
Lorenzo left early for work.
Isabella stayed home or went out alone.
They still shared meals sometimes.
They still spoke politely.
But something important between them had slowly disappeared.
Neither of them said it out loud.
But both of them could feel it.
The distance.
The quiet space growing larger every day.
One afternoon, Isabella sat near the large living room window, reading a book she hadn’t turned a page of in almost twenty minutes.
Her mind kept wandering.
Memories kept surfacing.
Six years.
That’s how long she had loved Lorenzo.
Six years of dating.
Six years of believing that he was her forever.
And when they finally got married…
She had believed she had found her home.
But somewhere along the way, things had changed.
Or maybe…
She was the only one who had stayed the same.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.
Lorenzo walked inside, looking slightly irritated as he loosened his tie.
“You’re home early,” Isabella said.
“Yes.”
“Everything okay?”
“Not really.”
He walked toward the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.
“There’s a small problem at one of Victoria’s stores.”
Isabella’s fingers froze around the book.
It was a small reaction.
But Lorenzo didn’t notice.
“What happened?” she asked calmly.
“Apparently one of her employees filed a complaint claiming workplace harassment.”
“That sounds serious.”
“It is.”
He sighed.
“The media might get involved if it isn’t handled quickly.”
Isabella watched him quietly.
“And what does that have to do with you?”
“She asked for my help.”
“Of course she did.”
Lorenzo frowned slightly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.”
“It didn’t sound like nothing.”
Isabella closed the book slowly and placed it on the table.
“Why does she always ask you?”
“What do you mean?”
“She has a company.”
“Yes.”
“She has managers.”
“Yes.”
“She has lawyers.”
“Yes.”
“Then why does she always call you?”
Lorenzo’s jaw tightened slightly.
“Because she trusts me.”
Isabella nodded slowly.
“I see.”
He looked at her more carefully now.
“You sound upset.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
She stood up.
“No, Lorenzo. I’m just asking a question.”
“And I answered it.”
“Did you?”
He stepped closer.
“What’s really bothering you?”
Isabella looked at him quietly.
For a moment, she seemed to be deciding something.
Then she spoke softly.
“Do you remember our honeymoon?”
The sudden question surprised him.
“Yes.”
“Do you remember what you told me on the beach that night?”
He frowned slightly, trying to recall.
“You said… that after all the years we waited to get married, nothing in the world would ever come between us.”
Lorenzo remained silent.
“You said I would always come first.”
Her voice stayed calm.
But her eyes held something deeper.
“Do you still believe that?”
“Of course.”
“Then why do I feel like I’m always second lately?”
The question hung in the air between them.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
Lorenzo rubbed his temple.
“You’re overthinking things.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“Then answer me honestly.”
“I am.”
“Are you helping Victoria again tonight?”
He hesitated.
Just for a moment.
But that moment was enough.
“Yes,” he admitted.
“I promised I would meet her and her legal team.”
Isabella nodded slowly.
“And what about us?”
“What about us?”
“I thought we were going to have dinner together tonight.”
“I forgot.”
The words came out automatically.
Simple.
Careless.
And that was the moment something inside Isabella finally broke.
She stared at him.
Not with anger.
Not with tears.
But with a quiet realization.
“You forgot.”
“Yes.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s just dinner.”
She let out a small breath.
“That’s the problem, Lorenzo.”
“What problem?”
“To you… it’s just dinner.”
He looked confused.
“Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
Isabella laughed softly.
But the sound held no humor.
“I’m not making a big deal out of anything.”
“Yes you are.”
“No.”
Her voice was suddenly very calm.
“I’m just finally understanding something.”
“And what is that?”
“That I’ve been fighting for a place in your life that you’re no longer saving for me.”
Lorenzo stared at her.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“Then prove me wrong.”
“I don’t need to prove anything.”
Isabella nodded slowly again.
“Exactly.”
Silence filled the room.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Lorenzo checked his watch.
“I have to go.”
Those four words felt heavier than anything else he had said.
Isabella looked at him.
And for the first time since their argument began…
Her eyes looked empty.
“Of course you do.”
He grabbed his jacket.
“We’ll talk later.”
She didn’t respond.
He walked to the door.
Just before leaving, he paused slightly.
But when Isabella didn’t say anything else…
He left.
The door closed behind him.
And the apartment fell into complete silence.
Isabella stood in the middle of the living room for several minutes.
Not moving.
Not crying.
Just thinking.
Finally, she walked slowly toward their bedroom.
She opened the closet.
Her eyes scanned the rows of clothes.
The life she had built here.
The home she had believed in.
Then she quietly pulled out a suitcase.
She placed it on the bed.
And slowly…
Carefully…
She began packing.
Not because she was angry.
Not because she wanted to punish Lorenzo.
But because something inside her heart had finally understood a painful truth.
You can’t stay somewhere you’re no longer chosen.
- Writer
