Chapter 19 Isabella

• I ceased bombarding myself with questions and dressed as swiftly as I could. I had to flee from whomever he was. I wouldn't be apprehended or cause a commotion over this. Was it Luis's scheme to retaliate against me and demand concessions to forestall the divorce? All these thoughts cascaded through my mind as I descended in the lift to the reception to settle my account. It would be over forever; why seek answers? I had no interest in anything or anyone.
• Departing with my dark glasses on, I surveyed the vicinity, noting nothing amiss—no journalists, no onlookers scrutinising me, just an elderly couple sipping tea by a distant window. With resolve, I approached the reception, albeit with a hint of suspicion.
• “Good morning, could you please provide the bill for room five hundred and five?” I inquired, casting wary glances around.