Chapter 50 Guilt And Shame

• The front doors hissed open, releasing Isabelle into the opulent emptiness of Liam's penthouse. The air hung heavy with the scent of jasmine and the faint residue of his cologne, a scent that recently used to comfort her, now stirred a nauseating wave of guilt.
• Penelope stood by the grand entrance with a look of quiet concern etched on her face. "Welcome home, Miss Isabelle," she said with her voice a hushed whisper in the vastness of the apartment.
• Isabelle forced a smile. "Thank you, Penelope." Her voice felt foreign, even to her ears.