Chapter 606

Isabella’s POV

I thought of last night, standing in the shadows of Damien’s room, watching Logan kneel beside our son’s bed.

“I’ll be back soon, kid,” Logan had murmured, brushing his hand gently through Damien’s hair. “Take care of your mom, alright?”

Damien nodded, his eyes shining with admiration. “I will, Dad. Be careful.”

I had watched the exchange with a heavy heart, feeling like an outsider in my own family.

When was the last time Logan had touched me like that? When was the last time he had looked at me with anything other than indifference?

I opened my eyes and let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow in the empty room.

I already knew the answer.

It had been years.

Years since Logan had kissed me like he meant it. Years since he had held me without obligation.

And the worst part?

I had no one to blame but myself.

I had fought so hard to keep Logan, to hold onto the life we