ISABELLA
The moment Tobias and I stepped out of the hospital, the cold air hit my face like a slap. I didn’t realize how tightly I’d been holding myself until my lungs finally expanded again.
Daniel’s voice still echoed in my head.
I still love you.
Do you still love me?
You married a man like Adrian Salvatore…
My stomach twisted. I didn’t want to hear those words.
Tobias walked half a step behind me, silent but watchful. He didn’t ask what happened, but he didn’t need to. The tension clung to me like a second skin.
When we reached the SUV, he opened the door for me, then paused.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
I blinked. “Where are you going?”
“Just a call.”
A call.
He didn’t say who, because he didn't have to. He stepped away, voice low, posture rigid, and I knew—deep in m
