Enrico’s gaze hardened, but his calm demeanor didn’t falter. “I never said you didn’t matter, Isabella. But you’ve made it clear you want to leave countless times. I’m respecting your decision.”
“Respecting my decision?” she scoffed, her voice rising. “This doesn’t feel like respect. This feels like you’re pushing me out the door like you’ve already decided that I’m leaving whether I want to or not.”
He took a step closer to her, his dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Is that not what you wanted?” he asked, his voice low, dangerous. “Freedom? To walk away and be rid of me?”
Isabella’s breath caught in her throat. Yes, that’s what she had wanted, or at least, she thought that’s what she had wanted. But now, standing here, staring up at him, she realized that it wasn’t that si
