Isabelle’s POV

The moment Damion stepped out of my office, it felt like the air finally moved again.

But instead of relief, all I felt was a deep, aching emptiness.

He had stood there—raw, open, broken—and for a moment, just a fleeting moment, my heart had whispered a truth I’d buried long ago:

“I still love him.”

I hated it.

I hated how just the sound of his voice sent my pulse racing.

How even after everything he’d done, everything he’d taken, a part of me still ached ...