A week had passed...
Isabella sat silently on the living room sofa, often staring at the front door, hoping Hunter would come because it was already 7 PM. The woman was even looking very beautiful in a blue evening gown with open sleeves, her hair elegantly flowing down, makeup quite thick and complete, a fragrance of Jasmine, as if she wanted to impress her husband.
"Could it be that he doesn't want me anymore? He truly makes me feel so worthless... I get everything I want, but him... Not at all!" she thought to herself, remembering how Hunter hadn't touched her in a long time.
Continuously lost in thought, Isabella's attention was eventually drawn to the door that opened. She immediately stood up, finding Hunter who had just arrived in his wheelchair, pushed by Collin.
