C12 Chapter 12: Facade Of Happiness

Isabelle, nestled in the vast king-sized bed, woke with a start her heart pounding an erratic meter against her ribs. She sat up and realized she was alone.

A surge of nausea washed over her, the memory of the previous night's argument replaying in her head like a broken record. His face was twisted in wrathfulness his voice a guttural scowl, his hands, gripped into fists