Isabella’s POV

I can see my husband is furious at me, but I’m still battling a brutal hangover. My head is pounding, my stomach is twisting, and my thoughts feel like scrambled puzzle pieces I can’t quite put together. I can’t even remember what happened yesterday. Boy oh boy… From what I’ve seen in the newspapers, I was kissing another man, and it should have been Elena, my sister. My heart races as panic claws at my chest. What the hell went wrong?

I lie in bed, staring at the ...