Chapter 3

"Isabelle! What the hell do you want?"

I looked at the crooked, half-knitted blanket in my hands and answered casually.

"Isn't it obvious, Mr. Grant? I want a divorce."

Edward took a few deep breaths on the other end, clearly struggling to keep his temper in check.

"Isabelle, can you just stop with this nonsense? Fine, I'll be home for the family dinner the day after tomorrow. Is that what you wanted?"

He hung up before I even had a chance to reply.

I set the half-finished blanket aside, waiting for Lucas to pick up where I left off. The…