Isabella’s POVThe silence in the room was deafening.Evelyn stood in the doorway like a vision from the past. Beautiful, composed, and radiating the kind of effortless grace I had never possessed. Her eyes widened at the sight of us: Charlie’s hands still on my body, my dress pushed up around my thighs, his lips inches from mine. The shock on her face lasted only a heartbeat before it hardened into something colder. Something dangerous.“Charlie,” she said softly, her voice carrying a perfect blend of hurt and accusation. “I thought we were going to talk tonight. Alone.”Charlie froze against me. His hands tightened on my hips for a split second… protective, possessive, before he slowly pulled away. The loss of his warmth left me cold and exposed. I quickly adjusted my dress, cheeks burning with humiliation as I slid off the bed.Evelyn’s gaze flicked to me, her lips curving into a sad, pitying smile. “Isabella. Still playing the victim,
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