Chapter 818

Isabella's POV

I clung to that hope, even as the shadows of doubt lingered at the edges of my mind. I’ll make him love me again. I’ll make him stay. No matter what it takes.

The night was heavy, drenched in darkness and silence. The air was still, the only sound the gentle hum of the air conditioner as it circulated the cool breeze around the room. 

I lay beside Logan, my body curled beneath the soft sheets, my head resting on the pillow mere inches from his. His face was peaceful, his features relaxed in deep sleep, his breathing steady and slow.

I watched him, my eyes tracing the lines of his face, the curve of his jaw, the faint shadow of stubble that graced his chin. 

He looked so innocent, so untouched by worry. It was moments like this that I tried to hold on to, the fleeting glimpses of the man I’d fallen in love with. 

The man who once looked at me like I was his whole world.

But lately, those looks we