But there was still no reply. William felt disappointed, but since he had reported his whereabouts honestly, Isabella had no reason to be upset. He chose to stay with Regina and her child.
The next morning, William brought two bowls of ravioli home. The house was unusually quiet. He called Isabella, but she didn’t answer.
He wanted to call the baby’s name, but realized she didn’t have one yet. William was about to set the ravioli on the table when he froze.
His body trembled uncontrollably, his face pale. He stared at the divorce papers on the table, as if trying to pierce them with his gaze.
