Isabella POV
It was nearly midnight when I picked myself off the park bench, hailed a taxi and got home.
The lights were still on when I entered the living room and Raphael was bent over multiple papers, and his laptop typing on it feverishly. While I sat on that park bench, I had hoped and prayed multiple times that he would at least call or feign care but I had watched time trickle by and not even a call from him.
"Hi," I said quietly.
"Hey, welcome," he threw at me without looking up.
I stood there for a while watching him work.
"So, you're not going to ask me anything at least? Aren't you worried that you left your wife alone at the hospital?"
"Please not now, Isabella," he murmured, looking at two papers "I am in the middle of something important,".
"Mo
