Isabella’s POV

I stand at the window of my study and watch the city move on as if nothing at all has happened to me, as if the world hasn’t just rearranged itself so that every single thing I thought I deserved slid away in the blink of an eye. The thought makes my hands clench at my sides, makes my jaw ache with bitterness, but it also sharpens me, gives me a kind of cold clarity I haven’t felt since I was young and hungry enough to fight for everything. Elena has the husband, the ...