Isabella's pov

The cool night wind nipped at my bare shoulders, but I barely felt it. I stood rooted on the balcony, eyes fixed on the glittering skyline below, as if the stars might offer me answers I didn’t already know.

God, how pathetic could I get?

I wiped at my cheeks furiously, erasing the tears as if they never existed. Crying over a man who didn’t even look back… over a marriage that was nothing but a business arrangement. I had forgotten my place. I had been stupid enough to ...