Chapter 918

Isabella's POV

I would keep apologizing. I would keep fighting.

Even if he hated me now, even if he never forgave me, I wouldn’t stop trying.

I had to make things right.

Somehow, I didn’t leave.

Even after Logan’s harsh words, even after he had told me to get out, I stayed. My hands trembled, my heart pounded in my chest, but I stayed.

I had already lost too much. I wasn’t about to lose him completely.

With slow, cautious steps, I moved toward him again. Logan stood with his back to me now, his fingers pressed against his temples like he was trying to suppress his frustration. 

His entire body was tense, his muscles rigid, but I didn’t let that stop me.

I dropped to my knees once more, my eyes searching for even the slightest hint of softness in his expression. But there was none.

"Logan," I whispered.

He didn’t turn around.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to stay steady despite the lump