(Isabella’s POV)
I pace around my room, gathering all my stuff and packing. I would understand if Santiago saw the exchange with Jesse and felt angry or jealous. Goddess help me, part of me wants him to be jealous.
But, I’m nothing but a contract to him.
Santiago hasn’t spoken to me in almost a week. I suppose I have no choice but to leave. He basically told me outright to go back to Ariana’s.
I stop by my full-length mirror. I look terrible. Yoga pants, bare feet, baggy t-shirt, and messy hair pulled up in a bun. Some of the shorter curly strands fall out of the updo and sit against my cheeks.
My face is flush and my eyes are red and swollen. I can’t do this. It’s stupid to cry over losing something…someone I never even had.
“It’s not dumb
