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Chapter 22

Author: Esther pen
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-23 01:31:28

ISABELLA’S POV

It had been three days since that dinner.

Three days since Dante told me I wasn’t leaving the house.

Three days since I realized that I didn’t really know the man I married at all.

The mansion had grown quieter in that time. Too quiet. I filled the silence with small things, reading, walking from one room to another, staring out the window when I couldn’t sleep. Sometimes Fred would be there, posted outside my door or at the end of the hallway. Always calm, always polite.

He didn’t say much unless I spoke first, but over the last few days, I’d learned that he had a dry sense of humor. He liked his coffee black, hated noise, and never lied, even when the truth was uncomfortable.

He was also the only person who didn’t make me feel completely alone.

That afternoon, I was sitting on the edge of the bed when I heard the knock. Three soft raps, steady and even. I didn’t need to ask who it was.

“Come in,” I said.

The door opened and Fred stepped inside, his posture straight as
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