บท 412: Isabella's Pain

Isabella returned home, utterly exhausted. She had always been aware that the Frosts could be as chilling as their surname suggested, but today she had felt it firsthand. Without uttering a single word, his presence alone had pierced her as though she'd been stabbed a thousand times.

As she peeled off her jacket, a profound sense of emptiness engulfed her, her emotions a tangled mess of indecision and hurt. When she'd handed her resignation, she didn't know what she'd expected or feared but that biting sting of cold indifference, she had not been prepared for. He'd questioned her, sure. But nothing else.