The next morning, Tyler returned, his expression cold and unyielding. Isabella, desperate to salvage the remnants of her life, swallowed her pride. She stepped toward him, trying to touch his arm. “Tyler, please. Let’s just sit down. We can go to counseling. We can move past last night.” Tyler stepped back, looking at her with pure disgust. “It’s over, Isabella. I want a divorce.” Isabella felt the air leave her lungs. “Just like that? Because of one mistake?”
“It’s not just one mistake,” Tyler sneered. “I actually thought about staying and trying to work through my feelings. But you can’t even respect my personal space. Your jealousy and lack of respect proved to me that this marriage just wouldn’t work out. You ruined our final chance.”
Isabella’s world completely crashed down around her. The sheer injustice of his words pinned the entire failure of their eight-year marriage squarely onto her shoulders, leaving her drowning in a sea of manufactured guilt.