Even though Isabella was sitting in a wheelchair, her face radiated pure happiness. In contrast, Sebastian looked utterly exhausted, as if he were being forced into this.
The sight of him was almost laughable. Back when I was with him, he only had eyes for Isabella. Now that he was finally marrying the woman he loved, he looked like he was heading to his own funeral.
I couldn’t help but wonder—was Sebastian the type of man who enjoyed making his own wife miserable? Maybe that was just his nature. Whoever married him had to endure that perpetual sour expression. Thank God I got out when I did.
I linked arms with Adrian and strolled toward them. They didn’t seem to recognize me at first—Isabella was still trying to figure out which family we were from.
"Isabella—oh no, I should say Mrs.
