Isabelle’s POV
I didn’t expect to see him again. Not after everything. I didn’t even want him to show his face to me.
Not after he made his choice.
Yet, as I stood in the quiet of my office, flipping through the stack of legal documents I had spent the entire day reviewing, a familiar presence filled the air.
Heavy. Unyielding.
I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.
Damion. He was standing right behind me with that look in his face. It was that his look that I hated because it always made feel in the bad and that I had done something wrong.
The man who had once consumed every thought, every breath, every moment of my life.
I should have felt something seeing him standing there.
Anger. Pain. Regret.
But instead—
There was nothing.
Just the realization that whatever we ha
