CHAPTER 71: John's mystery

　　John stood by the window with his eyes staring blankly into the distance as Isabelle's figure disappeared into the night. His heart felt hollow and despite all the anger he had thrown at her, now that she was gone, it felt as if a part of him had been torn away. The house, once filled with noise, was now eerily silent, save for the faint sobs that still echoed in his mind. Isabelle’s cries, her pleading voice, it all played on repeat, haunting him with every breath he took.

　　He wiped a tear from his cheek but couldn’t stop the flood that followed. His chest heaved, his entire body shaking as he wept, unable to control the sorrow that was drowning him. It felt as though he had lost someone dear to him, not just a wife, but his entire life shattered, broken beyond repair.

　　Emily hovered nearby, her gaze sharp, watching as John unraveled. She approached him cautiously, placing a hand on his shoulder, her voice was soft and laced with an undercurrent of seduction.