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CHAPTER NINETEEN

Auteur: Grace Kelly
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2024-12-30 20:19:52

ISABELLA’S POV

I was dressed in a black gown, and jacket with a black shade to hide my red eyes. As I watched their bodies being lowered, I felt nothing but numbness. The conversations that followed with their family members weren't much. Mostly tears and more tears. And as much as I would have to love to be of great help, I could only give them some money. My voice was croaked from crying all night, and after hugging them, I headed back to my car. I could feel Enzo’s presence because he was watching me from afar. He was driving the car behind me. I knew I should have called Alaric to fire him but I just didn't have the strength too.

Our car was parked at the building soon, and I wrapped a scarf above my head as I walked in. I could hear their murmurs, which I ignored. Barely minutes later, my landphone rang.

“A man who claims to be your husband is here to see you.” The lady informed.

I squeezed my eyes for a second before telling her to let him in. It was time I put him in his place.
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