Chapter 71

• ISABELLA'S POV ~
• My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating as I began stuffing my clothes into the box. With every fold, every stitch, every seam I packed away, it felt like I was stuffing away pieces of me. I knew I had to leave, but I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that filled my gut as I watched Ryan standing by the door refusing to leave the room, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his whole body slumped with defeat.
• His pain was palpable, and for a moment, I considered comforting him, wrapping my arms around him and telling him everything would be okay.