The Broken Ring

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. A year since I sat in that cold office, sending h

her, I just treated it as a normal occas

signed my business contract with my clients. I didn't even

at I was finally free from thi

inally free from the suffocating w

was fine Or at le

, I'm h

ep in slowly like shadows slipping through t

itchen, staring at the empty table w

rd now that

out her stings insid

t care and

n paper, a role she filled

eed her, but now why does it fee

absence of her presence. And I can't stop thinking about

ven refused to accept the al

I am so bothered with her c

r to get mad or even re

sk, my fingers tapping on the

de of my head was my

e. She didn't even question my decision. Instead, sh

t me whenever she saw me. She's patient and unders

dn't give her a chanc

pay attention, because I

n his father blackmailed me, just

y gone. My house has

uld only feel the col

y mind but this hell of fe

you want her back." Suddenly, L

my head

on't mi

e situation we had in the past we'

mething's been of

ite how I treated her. And I gave her

o I want

I don't miss anyone. But the thoug

living a life that doesn't include me, it f

a of seeing her happy

ing infur

herself happy whi

napped into

eed information on Isabella. Find out where she is, what

es. "Your.

. "Do you need me

alone again, my jaw clenched as my ha

ing emotion that I felt, but

d. But the thought of her out there, living a life I'm

k and at the sa

ntrol the burning through me. I'm not the ki

I won't let any tiny feelings

ecretary to give me the detail

's more than that. I want to know if she's s

it with more intensity, my eyes scan the pa

ell, all too

, a successful one an

used to talk about her passion for fashion,

istraction to make her busy w

ilt somethin

photos, and my

me. There's a new distance

ndent. And there are men in the

nd touchin

ds a dark fur

for someone else, look so put-t

t right,

just like how you and yo

my breath coming in sh

ve on, while I am stuck wi

still in this cold hellish lif

on? No. You're wrong Isabella Rossi. I w

my desk, but the images

ing too close and touching her and my fucki

n one picture, a man has his hand on he

the way she used to

an back in my chair, cle

s wild with

ant from her? And why is she

relationship

rtain that they took advantage

ally now that Isabella's career i

g from her before

t unless they're manipulating her. She's to

w how dangerous peop

ious as I grab my phone

, I didn't waste any t

hotos. Names, backgrounds, everything."

ckly, it seems that he noticed

have to explain. I hang

are who t

iends. It doesn't matter, b

s that they are too

d laugh with these men, as if her lif

can't escape what we had. She is just t

ly understand her the way I do. And they

to hours as I replay t

le, every touch that do

smiles it's the same as it was before. But now,

eports, it's dark outside, the c

second before op

ealthy investor from Milan. He's been s

ey've had dinner together

nd together

r? Wi

an, Alas Cuervo , an

ing with her o

together inside her store, dis

e small of her back

ough me, should I cu

named Zade Vosler, an artist. He's the

ort, he's been paint

my blood

er, capturing her beauty in ways I never cared to,

hould've been mine. She was always

coming harshly as I control the

ous, and I w

ning, Isabella is my p

m my desk, stan

here waiti

nt from my office. I hea

t destroy some bugs

n for the three flies wh

ho thinks he can wine and dine her like sh

uin hi

ing three birds with one stone. That's the price t

stay beside her, except me. T