Chapter 833

Isabella's POV

How I had clung to him, thrown myself at him like some pathetic fool, and how he’d pushed me away. He looked at me like I was nothing. Like I was invisible.

But it wasn’t my fault. It was hers. Layla. That witch had somehow bewitched him, stolen his affection. And I was going to make her pay for it.

I turned off the water, stepping out and wrapping myself in a towel. I moved swiftly, my determination fueling me as I dried off and dressed. 

I chose a simple but elegant outfit…a white blouse tucked into fitted black pants. I looked like any other woman out for a casual day, nothing suspicious. Nothing that would draw attention.

I examined myself in the mirror, fixing my hair into a neat ponytail. My face was composed, cold, and emotionless. I couldn’t afford to let my fury show. Not yet. Not until I was standing before her.

Satisfied, I headed downstairs, my footsteps light as I descended the staircase. I wasn’t