Twist of Fate Confusion and Denial

Confusion and Denial

The office feels colder now. Isabella's hands shake as she holds her pen, the weight of Ross's words pressing down on her.

Isabella Farren/Izzy/FL

**This can't be real. There's no way I'm married. I've never even been close to married**

Isabella Farren/Izzy/FL

(Firmly) I'm telling you, I'm not married. I never have been.

She gestures toward her left hand, showing the absence of a ring🙌

Isabella Farren/Izzy/FL

(With rising frustration) I don't have a husband, I don't need one, and I certainly don't have anyone to file paperwork for.

Ross doesn't flinch, his expression still neutral as he flips through his papers

Ross/Mortage broker

(Calmly) According to the public records, you are legally married. In City Y.

Isabella Farren/Izzy/FL

(In disbelief) No. This is wrong. There has to be some mistake.

Her voice rises with panic, but she tries to regain control, holding onto the edge of the desk.

Isabella Farren/Izzy/FL

**I've planned this for years. Everything was supposed to fall into place. This is my dream home.**

Ross taps at the keyboard, searching the database. Isabella's eyes flicker to the window, her thoughts spiraling

Isabella Farren/Izzy/FL

**That house-my house. The blue exterior, the red door... the orange tree in the yard. It's all slipping away.**

She presses her lips together, trying to hold herself together, but the fear starts to claw at her

Isabella Farren/Izzy/FL

(Tense) This... this can't be happening.

Ross continues typing, oblivious to the storm building inside her.

Ross/Mortage broker

(Softly) It's tied to your name, your profession. Everything checks out, Isabella.

Isabella Farren/Izzy/FL

**Why is this happening? How did this error occur?**

She forces herself to breathe deeply, her vision blurring slightly as anxiety grips her.

Isabella Farren/Izzy/FL

(Muttering to herself) It's just a clerical error... right? It has to be.

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