Gabriel stayed outside her door for over an hour. He knocked. He pleaded. He waited in silence, hoping she would open the door, just once. But she never did. Eventually, exhaustion and disappointment weighed him down. He leaned his forehead against the wall for a moment, then turned and walked back to his room. The moment he entered, the emptiness hit him like a wave. The silence in the room was unbearable. He felt frustrated and small—like a man who had lost everything that truly mattered. He climbed into bed and lay there staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. His chest tightened as the truth struck him; he hadn’t slept peacefully for days, and now he understood why. Isla had become his calm, his peace, and his shield. How foolish he had been to ask her to sleep in a separate room. “Her bedroom,” he corrected himself bitterly. Everything that went wrong was his fault. Every tear she shed, every ounce of pain in her voice, every cold look from her, he deserved them all. Sti
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