Chapter 65

Could it be that Isabella’s so-called illness was actually caused by this? "No, I can’t... I can’t." Isabella’s voice cracked as she sobbed, her cries heart-wrenching. "Every time I close my eyes, I see that scene. I can't forget it. I kept calling your name, hoping more than anything that you’d come to save me…" Alexander didn’t respond. I stood in the corner, too afraid to step forward. Outside, a loud “bang” echoed, followed by the sound of a car door slamming shut, cutting off her crying. I clasped my hands together, tightening my grip slightly, then turned to glance outside. A black Porsche was leaving the underground garage. I looked at my phone screen and let out a deep sigh. It felt like the dust had finally settled. I had expected that Alexander would give in to Isabella. I wasn’t disappointed—I hadn’t hoped for much—but I did feel a little lost, a little melancholic. It felt inevitable. I loved him, but I no longer dared to expect any