59. Will you Marry Me, Isabel?

Third Person's POV:

Isabel took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment hanging heavily in the air. She looked at Mason, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hope. She knew her decision would go against what he might expecting, but she couldn't stay with him any longer.

"Mason," she began, her voice quivering with a mixture of sadness and determination, "I already told you my decision. There will be nothing between us anymore. It's over."

Mason's face contorted with a mix of disbelief and heartbreak. He reached out a trembling hand towards her, his voice filled with desperation. "Isabel, please. Don't speak like that. Give me a chance, and I'm willing to change."

Isabel's heart ached at his words, but she knew deep down that being around him become suffocating. They had grown apart, their relationship fading into a mere shadow of what it used to be. She might tried to give him the chance he was pleading for, but she couldn't deny her own happiness and self respect any longe