The cold night air wrapped around me as I stepped out of the mansion, my chest heaving with every breath. Tears streamed freely down my face, blurring the world into a haze of muted lights and shadows. Damion’s voice cut through the air behind me, sharp and desperate.

“Isabelle, wait!” he shouted, his footsteps echoing as he followed me. “Don’t just walk away!”

I spun around, my vision clouded with anger and heartbreak. “Walk away? What else is there to do, Damion? You’ve ...