ISOLDE

“Ro-Rowan…” My voice shook as I looked at him. His hand clamped around my arm, his fingers were digging in so hard I felt the sting in my bones. “You’re hurting me,” I whispered, fear and anger mixing in my chest. For a moment I wanted to curl into myself like I always did, but something in me snapped.

Was this the same man I once thought I could spend the rest of my life with?

I should’ve seen it long ago. The real him. The one who thought pain was love. The one who hid ...