Chapter 126

Isabella’s POV Losing the person you love is like taking out your beating heart from your chest, and squeezing it until it bleeds and is crushed. I didn’t lose him personally, but it hurts like hell. My legs ached from sitting on the cold tile, my back pressed to the wall. I literally look stupid now in the hallway, but I didn’t care. The pain in my chest was stronger than any shame I could feel. The man I love had forgotten about me. Our memories only live in my head and heart now. He looked at me with indifference. My presence gives him pain. My existence no longer matters to him. I remember the time he hadn't fallen in love with me. He was cold. He was rude. He hates all kinds of women, thinking everyone was just like his ex-wife. I was still on my knees when I heard heels clicking. Walking towards me was Stella. She looked at me. Her lips were pale, there were circles around her eyes. My brows furrowed. What’s wrong with her? Why does she always have to show up looking pitiful? Did