Isabella’s POV

The door slams behind Cole, and I stand frozen, the sound echoing through me like a gunshot. My hands shake, not from fear but from rage that burns hotter with every second. My chest feels tight, my breathing shallow, and all I see when I look at Michael is betrayal. His lip is bleeding, his cheek already swelling, and still he sits there like he owns the room. Like, he isn’t the reason I’m standing here feeling like my entire world is slipping out of my hands.

I step ...