~Isabella’s POV

When I returned to my room, the last thing I expected was to see him—Lucian—standing there in the middle of the chaos I had created. He stood frozen, his eyes scanning the mess around him: torn clothes, broken shoes, scattered pieces of what once made up the life he had crafted for me.

“Bella?” he called, his voice laced with confusion. He took a cautious step toward me, his expression shifting from shock to concern. “What happened here? What’s going on?”

I stood in the doorway, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. I could feel my body trembling, every fiber of my...