I paused. Now that I was determined to divorce Daniel, so Isabella meant nothing in my eyes.
"Do you need me to tweet my congratulations on your successful ruin my marriage?"
"Enough, Charlotte! Watch your mouth!"
Daniel instantly rushed to Isabella's defense, his tone full of concern.
I said nothing, hugging the urn as I headed upstairs, only wanting to pack Matthew's clothes and leave as soon as possible.
In the spacious bedroom, I wiped away my tears while folding Matthew's clothes into a suitcase.
At some point, Daniel had come upstairs. He stood at the doorway, frowning as he tried to make amends.
"My phone didn't die on purpose last night, it just ran out of battery."
I didn't look up, not even wanting to acknowledge him.
In the past, I would've been overjoyed if he had apologized first. I would have hugged him, convincing myself that it was unintentional, and pretended that nothing had happened.
But now, just looking at him made me feel sick.
I knew perfectly well that if it had been Isabella who called him last night, even if his phone had died or if he were stranded in the wilderness, he would have found a way to get back to her.
I understood that he didn't love me.