Isabella’s voice brought my thoughts back from drifting away.
She handed me the chocolate ice cream and ate a vanilla one herself.
“I remember we had ice cream that day, so let’s have one today, so we can part ways in peace.”
I took it with a bitter smile in the corner of my eyes.
Did she forget that my stomach couldn’t stand any coldness as early as the end of last year?
The temperature was over 30 degrees today and the ice cream melted quickly, with some dripping down her hand.
I habitually searched in my pocket to see if there was a tissue.
Before I found it, I saw a room card fall out of her bag.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
Isabella lowered her head slightly to wipe her hands and explained with some stammering, “My classmate came to Lafcaster and this is her room card.”
I was so heartbroken that it seemed that even breathing became difficult.
She was like this and every lie would be seen through at a glance.
I didn’t expect that she had already checked into a hotel with Damian and that was before we even got our divorce certificate.
Why were she in such a hurry?
I didn’t understand. I didn’t do anything wrong. Why did Isabella hurt and betray me so much?