*Isadora’s POV*
I barely had a chance to pull my hair back when I started puking into the toilet. This has been my morning routine for a few days now, which was insane since I’m on a strike and haven’t really been eating.
A knock on the door had me groaning before more vomit came out of my mouth like a fūcking exorcist. f**k me bro.
“Leave me alone,” I whined into the toilet as I tied my hair into a messy bun before wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Your husband is on the phone,” one of Mattias’ little lap dogs grunted from the other side of the door.
I hate it when they call him my husband, but that’s really what that asšhole is. “Go away,” I finally grumbled, only for the loser to continue knocking like the pest that he was.
With a heavy sigh and only when I was sure
