**ISABELLA'S POV**

I ended the call with Mateo and stared at Valentina's name on my screen for three full seconds. My thumb hovered over the glowing green icon, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. Then, steeling my resolve, I pressed call.

She picked up on the first ring-her voice already dripping with venom, like she'd been waiting for this moment. "Well, well. The little homewrecker herself. Calling to gloat?"

I didn't answer right away.

I walked away from Olga and Jake-past the half-packed boxes overflowing with clothes and memories, through the narrow hallway of her cramped apartment, into the tiny bathroom.

The air in here was thick with...