Chapter 503

Isabella’s POV

I stood frozen near the window, my heart pounding as I watched Logan march out of the house with Damien in his arms. 

The boy clung to his neck, his small face pressed against Logan’s shoulder. My stomach churned with dread. I didn’t need anyone to tell me who was waiting outside…Carol.

From where I stood, I could hear faint snippets of her yelling, though her words were lost in the distance. My palms grew clammy, and I gripped the edge of the windowsill tightly. 

I couldn’t go out there. If Carol saw me, the situation would escalate. She wouldn’t just cry and beg…she’d start pointing fingers, screaming accusations. 

And if Logan caught wind of even a shred of truth, my world would collapse.

But Logan had taken Damien out there. My son. My anchor. I couldn’t let him face Carol alone, no matter how terrifying the thought of being exposed was.

I took a shaky breath, forcing myself to