Isabella’s POV

With his words still ringing loudly in my ears, Ethan quietly walked away. Chloe giggled softly and sent me a smug look before stalking after him. I didn’t even have the energy to mind her antics as I focused on my husband’s retreating form, a dull ache taking up residence in my chest. His blurry figure turned a corner and disappeared, and the tears I’d been holding back at his coldness began to fall.

I supposed a part of me had always ...