As Isabe spoke, she couldn’t help but cry. At first, her tears were gentle, but as time passed, her sobs grew louder, and Evelyn felt her shoulder getting damp with Isabe’s tears.


    Evelyn was Isabe’s best friend, and she wanted to see her friend happy, just as Isabe wanted happiness for her. So, seeing Isabe cry so heartbreakingly made Evelyn’s own tears fall.


    “Isabe, please don’t cry. Why don’t you go find Emanuele and talk to him, exin everything? This isn’t the way. I think you should tell Emanuele the truth, and then see how he decides,” Evelyn suggested.


    “No, I can’t tell Emanuele. I know he loves me, and if he finds out the reason, he won’t let me go. He’ll promise to treat me well,” Isabe said, feeling her heart ache again.


    “But Evelyn, I feel like I can’t be so selfish. I can’t keep Emanuele with me like this. What about when he wants a child in the future? What will happen then?” Isabe’s pessimism about her future with Emanuele lingered, especially concerning her inability to conceive.


    She knew Emanuele’s position demanded a child, and she didn’t want to wait until then to cause him pain. It was also a way for her to give herself an exit n.


    Now deeply in love with Emanuele, Isabe couldn’t imagine how difficult it would be to leave him when the time came. She felt she would be humble.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Thinking about this made Isabe’s heart ache even more. She could only watch Emanuele leave, unable to do anything. It would be her final act for him.


    She knew she was suffering now, and she might continue to suffer in the future. But she believed time could heal all wounds and hoped it would erase her pain.


    Isabe didn’t want Evelyn to tell Emanuele, despite Evelyn’s desire to do so. She had to respect Isabe’s wishes. Evelyn understood Isabe well, having been with James for so long and anticipating a simr situation.


    If one day, James wanted a child and she couldn’t conceive, she, too, would consider leaving him. Otherwise, their rtionship would be a burden.


    Evelyn understood why Isabe made the choice she did. If she were in the same position, she would likely do the same.


    For now, she could only stand by Isabe’s side and support her until Isabe found her way out.


    “Isabe, think positively. Living alone is liberating, and once you leave Emanuele, you won’t have to fear for your life. Your body bears so many scars and pain because of him. You won’t have to worry about that anymore,” Evelyn reassured.


    Isabe nodded, agreeing with Evelyn’s logic. Leaving Emanuele meant she could live a life without fear.


    “Let’s go, Isabe. If you want to drink, let’s find a quieter bar nearby and have a drink together,” Evelyn suggested with a smile.


    “Okay,” Isabe agreed.


    Meanwhile, Emanuele sat in his apartment, drinking. The familiar furniture and decor reflected Isabe’s touch after they married. Isabe’s warmth transformed the once cold and soulless apartment into a lively space, even in his bedroom.


    These changes made the room vibrant, reminding him of their sweet moments. But now, everything was falling apart, and they were headed for divorce. The memories only brought pain to Emanuele.


    He took a gulp of vodka to dull his pain, acknowledging his inability to protect Isabe, resulting in her wounds. He realized Isabe would face even more danger if she stayed with him.


    Therefore, he had to let her go, watching her be happy from afar. He had instructed hiswyer to split his assets evenly with Isabe in the divorce settlement, showing a generosity he never thought he possessed, wishing her the best in her future.


    Despite having loved Isabe deeply, Emanuele wanted her to move on and be safe. He knew he had failed to protect her, as evidenced by the scars on her once wless skin.


    He realized it was best for Isabe to leave and be free from potential harm. He poured himself another drink, unable to ignore the pain of losing her.


    Just then, Emanuele’s phone rang, showing rk on the caller ID.


    “Emanuele, I heard you’re getting a divorce? What’s going on? Weren’t you and Isabe happy together?” rk asked with confusion, having seen their affection firsthand.


    “I couldn’t protect Isabe, and she was almost killed because of me. We’re both scared, so I’ve chosen to let her go,” Emanuele exined with a heavy heart, feeling the effects of the strong drink.