Chapter 808

Isabella's POV

I couldn’t think about that. 

I couldn’t let it haunt me, not now. Not when Logan was sitting right beside me, oblivious to the monster he was married to.

I looked at him, my heart aching as I watched him smile, his face so open, so trusting. He loved me. He believed in me. He had no idea who I really was.

Or that I was the reason his son looked at me with hatred in his eyes.

I cleared my throat, forcing myself to speak, to sound normal. “Damien,” I said softly, my voice trembling. 

“Would you like some snacks? I could get you some chips... or maybe ice cream?”

Damien’s body stiffened, his shoulders tensing as he refused to look at me. “No, thanks,” he muttered, his voice cold, distant.

I felt the sting of rejection, my heart aching as I looked away, my smile faltering. He wouldn’t even look at me. He wouldn’t even speak to me unless he absolutely had to.

Logan’s head turned, his eyes nar