ISABELLE'S POV— 12

It's three weeks since the wedding, and I have no idea where Kyler sleeps because it's not with me. He makes everything complicated. He manages breakfast with me, but he never says anything. It's just me trying to talk to him. His lunch is not with me, and neither is his dinner.

I have never felt so lonely, and sometimes I just want to have tea with him, but it's impossible. However, the kiss in his study room replays in my head every now and then—his hands around my body, my ass, my breast, my neck. God, I have never had anything like it. But he stopped when I needed more of his lips, tongue around my body. He had no idea how wet he made me and left me in the cold air.

"Damn him," I say, and Ayn looks at me.

She's painting my toenails. I am tired, so tired of this treatment. I have literally everything I ask for and basically nothing to do. Kyler made it possible. He gives me literally anything I ask for, but not him. Whenever he kisses me, it makes me dizzy, and my body tensed and