Isabella’s POV

The door slams shut, and the sound feels like a knife slicing through the air, leaving me in the wreckage of everything that just happened. Elena leaves with Cole and her children trotting at her side, their small hands tugging at hers, their laughter echoing faintly down the hallway, and I stand frozen in the boardroom, my nails digging into the glossy surface of the table as though I can claw back the control that has just slipped from me. My body trembles with rage, but it ...