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Both women turned toward her, surprised by the seriousness in her tone.Isabella took a quiet breath, lowering her gaze for a moment before meeting their eyes again—steady and composed.“I’m truly grateful that you and Mom care about me,” she began softly. “But... I don’t think marriage is something that should be arranged like this.”Her mother blinked, taken aback. “Isabella—”“I mean no disrespect,” Isabella continued, her tone polite but unwavering. “Miguel is a wonderful man, and I’ll always think of him as a good friend. But that’s all. I’m not ready for marriage right now—and I don’t want to agree to something I can’t sincerely accept.”Mrs. Martez’s smile faltered slightly, though her voice remained kind. “Oh, dear, we didn’t mean to pressure you. We just thought it might make both our families happy.”“I know,” Isabella replied gently, “and I truly appreciate that. But please forgive me for declining.”A brief silence followed. Then Isabella stood, offering them both a small,

Three weeks later.In one of the elegant suites reserved for the day’s event, a twenty-three-year-old woman sat silently before the vanity.Her white wedding gown draped gracefully over her figure, the soft fabric glowing under the morning light. Her neatly styled black hair framed a calm face that betrayed no hint of joy—only quiet resignation.Isabella Hernando stared at her reflection. She knew she was supposed to feel excited, but all she felt was a hollow ache in her chest.Today was her wedding day—to Miguel Martez, a man she hadn’t seen since childhood. She had asked Mrs. Martez if she could meet him beforehand, but Miguel was always too busy.He’d only sent her two short messages: the first saying he’d meet her with his mother to prepare for the wedding, and the second—days later—apologizing that he couldn’t make it and would leave everything to “the ladies.”Mrs. Martez had assured her there was nothing to worry about. Yet an uneasy feeling lingered in Isabella’s heart, one s

After the wedding ceremony at the hotel, Isabella finally returned home with her husband, Maximilian Martez.According to her earlier agreement with Aunt Martez, they would be staying at Isabella’s house for a while after the wedding. It was partly for practical reasons—her mother’s health wasn’t great—and Aunt Martez had promised that Max wouldn’t mind the arrangement. Still, Isabella couldn’t help feeling nervous about it.The house was quiet when they arrived. Most of the family members had already gone to bed after the long day. The faint scent of flowers from the ceremony still lingered on Isabella’s hair and skin.She slipped away to the small bathroom at the back of the house to wash off the layers of makeup and the sticky feeling of sweat from the celebration. She didn’t use the one in her bedroom—Max was in there at the moment.Once she was done, Isabella changed into her favorite pajamas and wrapped a white towel around her damp hair.It wasn’t exactly normal to shower and w

A few seconds later, Isabella heard the sound of the car engine roaring to life outside as Max went to warm it up.Her complaints didn’t stop as she trudged along, panting and dragging the huge suitcase that held both her clothes and her husband’s. Her hands trembled under the weight, and she stepped carefully down the stairs, afraid she might slip.Out in the yard, Max stood beside his car with the trunk open. When Isabella reached him, he roughly snatched the suitcase from her grip. A frustrated huff escaped her lips.Soon after, Adeline and Anna came out to join them.“Why are you two in such a rush?” her mother asked, her face drawn and weary.“Don’t worry, Mom,” Max replied quickly. “We’ll come back to visit every other day.”“All right, dear. Please—take good care of Bella for me, okay? She’s my only treasure,” her mother said, eyes glistening.Isabella felt tears threaten to spill but forced herself not to cry. She hugged her mother tightly instead.“Don’t worry, Mom. Max will

Isabella stayed seated on the bed, too lazy to get up. After a moment, she lay back down again, then finally forced herself to rise. As she tied her hair up and wandered aimlessly around the room, she accidentally bumped into Max—who had just stepped out of the bathroom.For the second time, Isabella found herself face-to-face with his bare chest. Her face instantly turned crimson, and she spun around, refusing to look at him.“Put on your shirt already! You really need to break that habit,” Isabella snapped.Max said nothing. He walked over to the wardrobe, grabbed a shirt, and put it on.“Are you dressed yet?” Isabella asked after a moment.“Yes,” Max replied flatly.Isabella turned around—just as someone knocked on the bedroom door.She frowned. Who could that be? There was no one else in the house besides her and Max… right?“Come in,” Max said.The door opened, and a woman in her late forties stepped in, smiling politely.“Good morning, Miss. Good morning, Young Master,” she gree