Isabella's POV

I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, pressing my palms flat to the wood as if it could stop my thoughts from chasing me. My chest was tight, my heart hammering like I had just run a marathon. A proposal. A damn marriage proposal. Not even the romantic kind with flowers, a ring, or a man on one knee. No Julian’s version came wrapped in legal terms, dollar signs, and an expiration date.

I groaned, dragging both hands down my face. “Unbelievable.” Two weeks. I ...