ISABELLA

Alexander’s back was facing me, but I didn't need to see his face to know what kind of look was there. He was possessive, that much was obvious, but at the same time, he sounded broken, like he had given up and lost all hope. Why was I disappointed when that was what I wanted? I didn't want him anymore. I wanted nothing to do with him, so why should I care if he was broken or not? And yet, that stupid part of me still cares.

“And even as you treated her, she still came back over and over. So I hate your guts, Richard, because I fucking...