He walked away.
Left Isabella sitting alone in the café, tears streaming down her face, her cappuccino cold.
And for the first time since this whole disaster started, Isabella felt the full weight of what she'd lost.
Not Dimitri....she'd never had him to lose.
But Enzo.
The one person who'd loved her unconditionally.
The one person who'd been there for her no matter what.
The one person who'd seen her at her worst and stayed anyway.
Gone.
Because she'd used him. Taken advantage of his feelings. Proven that he meant less to her than a man who'd never wanted her at all.
Isabella paid for her coffee, left the café.
Walked the streets of New York for hours, aimless and alone.
She should go back to Rome.
Should listen to her father. Should leave this city and everything in it behind.
Should try to move on from the obsession that had cost her everything.
But she couldn't.
Because three blocks from the café, she saw them.
Dimitri and Eve.
