CHAPTER 14

ISABELLA’S POV

It was a brand new day again and about three days now since my return.

About an hour ago, my dad had woken me up to an exorbitant surprise, while mom had followed him closely, wearing a supportive face.

Together, they had entered my room, approaching my bed schemingly and beaming with smiles while jingling a bunch of keys at me, the metallic gleam catching the morning light.

"Hey Bella,” Father had called, his voice filled with both tenderness and a hint of elderly mischief.

"Here's your divorce gift.” He teased me. While his mother laughed and slapped the back of his neck.

“This one here is for your new apartment three streets away, and the other one is for a brand new car, parked right now at the slot outside."

I had sat up with an instant force, gawking at the keys like someone in a dream and suddenly feeling a sense of underserved privilege and moral unease.

A gift of this magnitude was the last thing I was expecting from them, not after all I have put them throu