The morning sun filtered through the tall glass windows of Denovan Enterprises, throwing golden streaks across the marble floor. Conversations buzzed faintly as employees shuffled in, their chatter low but filled with curiosity.

Then, the elevator doors slid open and every head turned.

Colton Denovan stepped out first, tall and confident in his sharp navy suit. Beside him, Isabella walked quietly, dressed in a cream blouse tucked into a fitted skirt. Her hair was neatly pinned, her soft perfume lingering faintly as they walked side by side.

Gasps rippled across the floor.

“Wait… is that Isabella?” one of the secretaries whispered, her eyes wide.

“Of course it is! She’s coming...