Feeling hot and restless, Isabella woke up and sat up, immediately turning on the air conditioner with the remote control. She brushed her hair back and grabbed her phone from the nightstand.
In silence, she checked social media. It was so quiet, no messages from anyone, not even her former coworkers. She switched to WhatsApp and found several messages from Estella and, of course, Joe.
I don't know why I feel so uneasy. I hope you're okay.
I miss you, sweetheart.
Why aren't you replying? Are you too busy with your husband?
It hurts so much to even say the word "your husband"... It makes me feel like we're drifting apart... or maybe we already are?
Overwhelmed by the emotional weight of reading those messages, Isabella couldn't stop her tears from falling. She tossed her phone aside and crossed her arms, leaning back as she imagined Joe's face and how disappointed he would be.
