Chapter Seven

Isabella's POV

When I woke, the bed beside me was empty. The sheets were already cool, as if he had been gone for hours.

Relief slipped through me before I could stop it. God only knows where Adrian had disappeared to, but his absence filled me with something I hadn’t felt since the wedding—peace. For once, I could breathe without bracing myself.

I sat up slowly, blinking at the slivers of morning light that crept through the tall windows. My gaze fell on the corner of ...