Isabella's POV.I walked toward Mom, trying to keep my expression neutral.“Surprise!” she said brightly, her arms outstretched. I forced a small smile and let her hug me tightly. Inside, however, my emotions were in turmoil.“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Mom added, her voice warm and full of affection.“Thank you,” I murmured softly, keeping my tone steady.I could feel Ezekiel’s gaze on me like a weight, but I didn’t dare meet his eyes. I wasn’t sure if I’d find guilt or resolve myself there—and I wasn’t ready to confront him either.As Mom pulled away from the hug, she cupped my face in her hands. “How could I be far from you, love? It’s your birthday. I had to come back, no matter what,” she said, her tone brimming with love.I nodded, forcing myself to match her enthusiasm.“You should take a rest, Mom,” I said, stepping aside slightly, trying to regain some control of the situation.“Mr. Ezekiel and I will cook something for you.”The moment I said Mr. Ezekiel, his brows furrowe
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