Isla’s POV
I’ve been lying here for hours, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rain hiss against the windowpane like it’s mocking me. Sienna’s laptop hums on the nightstand beside me, screen dimmed but not dark, the email from Ava still open. The folder sits there, bold and unforgiving: “Silas + Isabella – Final Wedding Shots.”
My stomach twists every time I read it.
His last words echo, replaying over and over until I almost forget to breathe. He wouldn’t, right? He wouldn’t stoop that low. He knows what that could do to me if it ever came out. He knows how much I’ve rebuilt, how hard I’ve fought to get to this point of my life.
But Silas can be unpredictable, charming one second, cruel the next. And when he feels cornered, he doesn’t lash out with his fists. He uses your history
