ISABEL'S POV

I walked into my room and the very first thing I did was grab one of the chairs beside my dressing table and shove it over with all the strength I had. It crashed to the floor with a loud thud, the sound echoing around the room, but even that wasn’t enough to release the frustration boiling inside me.

My hand went straight into my hair, fingers tangling harshly as I paced back and forth, my heels hitting the floor with sharp, angry steps. A low growl slipped past my lips before I could stop it.

Honestly, I felt like destroying every single item in this room —...