Isabella woke to an empty room. Killian had never returned.
He must have gone to spend the night with his girlfriend.
Yes—of course—that had to be it.
Still, the thought brought an awful, twisting ache to her chest. He had made it clear last night that he loved someone else.
Fine.
She could endure this. She hadn’t expected anything from this marriage, anyway.
A knock sounded at the door before it clicked open. Isabella quickly pulled the duvet up to cover herself as Rose peeked in.
“Good morning.”
Isabella smiled faintly. “Good morning.”
“How did you sleep last night?” Rose’s gaze drifted to the oversized sweatshirt covering Isabella’s small frame, and her eyes widened. “Oh, Goddess! I’m so sorry—I completely forgot to bring you sleepwear last night. You had to sleep in those bori
