ISABELLE

I slumped onto the bed, tossing my phone beside me.

I had just returned to Italy and Andrew just dropped me at home, muttering something about work and then speeding off.

And Evelyn, was still enjoying her vacation….I guess.

I ran my hand through my hair as the message I had seen earlier, flashed back.

It was a Monday afternoon and I should be at work, but I had arrived from Italy few hours ago.

There was no way I could resume back to work.

I had sent a message to the hr of the company the previous day, stating the fact that I wasn't going to be around...