Isabelle’s POV
The moment the door slammed shut behind Damion, I felt like the air had been sucked from my lungs.
I staggered back, my body trembling with an ache I hadn’t felt in years. A shiver running down my spine and my whole body in fear of the past.
My mind was spinning, replaying every single second of our conversation. The way his eyes had darkened. The way his voice had softened just before I pushed him away.
I hated him. So much!
I hated that he still had the power to make me feel anything. To make me remember Christopher even after I didn’t want to remember what we had together.
I stumbled toward my bedroom, barely making it before my knees gave out. Falling down to the floor, my body still shivering in fear.
And then I cried.
Hard. So hard that I have never did befo
