Chapter 805

Isabella's POV

I felt stupid, foolish. I had just wanted to spend time with him. I had just wanted to feel like his wife again. But he made me feel selfish, like a burden.

“I... I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice trembling. 

“I didn’t mean to... I just thought...”

“Well, don’t,” he snapped, his eyes narrowing. 

“Don’t think about anything other than our son. Nothing else matters.”

I looked away, my vision blurring as tears burned my eyes. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t respond. He just turned back to Damien, his fingers resuming their gentle rhythm through his hair. It was like I had disappeared, like I didn’t even exist.

I stood there for a moment, my heart aching, my hands trembling. I wanted to scream, to shout, to make him see me. But I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength.

I turned and walked out of the room, my shoulders slumped, my heart heavy.

I knew he was hurting. I knew