Chapter 45: THE PAST

ISABELLA’S P.O.V. Two months into my marriage with Lorenzo and I already knew that I was screwed. Things had settled down a little and I was finally allowed to leave the house with some form of protection but that wasn’t what got to me. Lorenzo had the habit of making his presence known. It was in the little things he did like how he always made sure to fold the clothes I left lying around or how he always made sure to keep Oreos stacked in the kitchen because he knew I liked that. At first, I tried to brush it off as it being the work of the maids but I learned that Lorenzo hated people in his room. They were allowed to clean but they weren’t allowed to move things. If anything moved an inch, it was because he did it. If something changed or appeared in the house, it was because of him. I tried to ignore it but there was something about a man who was intentional. I tried to remind myself that what we had was temporary but it was almost as if he was going out of his way to make sure