August's POV

The atmosphere at home had turned sour.

Isabelle had moved into the guest room, but she'd arranged everything carefully enough to keep up appearances.

At first, I thought it was for the best. Things had gotten complicated between us, and after that fight, it seemed obvious she still had feelings for her ex-husband.

But with our wedding drawing closer every day, we'd been reduced to exchanging only a few words. It was almost like two strangers were living under the same roof.