“Isabella!”

I went still when I heard his voice calling my name, my heart racing when I heard it so close to me. My back was facing him, and when I heard his footsteps growing closer to me, the first thought I had was to run, but my feet remained planted on the floor.

“Isabella,” he whispered, and he stopped walking, standing barely three feet away from me. “It’s really true.”

He was here. He was close, and I didn't know what to do or what to say. After the divorce, I didn't allow myself to think about what would happen if I came across him, because I planned on...