Isabelle’s POV

I didn’t expect to see him again. Not after everything. I didn’t even want him to show his face to me.

Not after he made his choice.

Yet, as I stood in the quiet of my office, flipping through the stack of legal documents I had spent the entire day reviewing, a familiar presence filled the air.

Heavy. Unyielding.

I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

Damion. He was standing right behind me with that look in his face. It was that his look that I hated because ...