Isabella’s POV

The music hits me before I even step fully inside the club, deep and pulsing, vibrating in my chest. I barely notice it because all I feel is freedom, a weight lifting from my shoulders that I didn’t even realize was there. Michael, his lies, his control, the chaos of the past weeks, they’re all behind me now. Tonight, I’m untouchable. I can laugh, move, breathe, and think without worrying about him or his stupidity.

Madilyn is already at the bar when I arrive, lounging ...