MATTEO
I couldn’t sleep.
I tried. Stood under a scalding shower for twenty minutes. Changed into sleep clothes. Laid in bed staring at the ceiling.
But every time I closed my eyes, I thought about Isabelle. How she must be feeling seeing those things.
Hurt. Angry. Convinced I’d lied to her.
The thought of her thinking the worst of me—thinking I’d gone back to Sheila, that I’d betrayed her—made my chest tight.
I could handle her anger. What I couldn’t handle was the idea of her walking away. Of her deciding I wasn’t worth the fight.
That hurt more than I wanted to admit.
I sat up, grabbing my phone from the nightstand.
2:47 AM.
Charles wouldn’t have answers yet. He wouldn’t know who leaked the photos or if Sheila had orchestrated the whole thing.
But I couldn’t wait.
I needed t
