Isabella’s POV I stared at the result portal on my laptop screen, my heart pounding so hard against my chest that I thought I might pass out. First Class. A shaky laugh escaped my lips as tears gathered in my eyes. I had done it. After four years of sleepless nights, endless lectures, skipped meals, and breakdowns in bathroom stalls, I had finally graduated at the top of my class. “Mom… Dad… I did it,” I whispered. For a moment, I allowed myself to breathe. If my parents were still alive, they would be proud of me. Losing them at eighteen had shattered my world completely, but I had survived. Barely. Until I met Stephen Brock he had help me get through it all I became my bubble self again A smile spread across my face as I grabbed my phone. Just seeing his name still made my stomach flutter after three years together. A dialed his number saved with baby with lots of heart emoji’s. No answer. I frowned. “That’s strange.” Stephen always answered my calls
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