ISABELLA’S POV"If not anything, because you’re carrying my child!"His voice trembled, filled with a mix of hurt and confusion after making the statement. I inhaled deeply fighting the urge to slap him hard across his face.There was no way I was carrying his child. Not now that I have seen him for the monster that he really was.I shook my head vaguely.“You’re seeing things,” I mumbled and made to leave but his voice stopped me yet again."Can you just wait so we can talk properly Salindra?” his tone persuasive as he came to a stand in front of me.I breathe in deeply for the upteenth time before I turned around sharply to blurt."As of yesterday, we have nothing to talk about mister. We are nothing," my voice, obstinately cold and unyielding. I stopped myself from speaking further when I started to hear approaching footsteps right behind us on the hallway.There were random passersby when I checked including, nurses and other hospital staff.A number of them cast quick yet c
JAMES'S POVMy mother’s eyes were wide, her lips trembling as she watched Isabella leave in one car and her mother in another. She turned to me sharply, her voice barely a whisper. "James, what do you mean by she’s the new chairman? I’m not… I'm not really getting you. And that woman beside her, was that really Sophie Harrington, the Minister of Finance?"I clenched my teeth before nodding slowly to her.“It's not making sense.” She whispered, shaking her head faintly, looking both terrified by the gravity of the realization and bewildered by the switch.“Her name?… Isabella? How? How did she change overnight?”“Yes, mum.” I cut in, impatiently, a hint of irritation inside my voice. She was the cause of everything. Let her enjoy her dish of surprise.“We found out this morning. Zoey and I. I watched them come out of that car with my own two eyes. I heard them introduce her with these ears.Sandra is actually the same person as Isabella Harrington. She’s the new chairman and the ren
MICHAEL'S POVIt was Sunday morning. I was sitting up on the bed, gazing straight at the plain white wall of my hospital room, and was smiling.The dull ache in my leg was still there, and the fatigue in my joints had not gone away, yet I was smiling. The reason for that was because, in my head, I was not really in that hospital room; my thoughts were with just one person, Isabella. I was thinking about my last encounter with her.“She had come here indeed. It was not a dream.”“I prayed and hoped and yearned for it, and it happened. She had stood only a few spaces away from me. I heard her voice.”And to make everything more glorious, she had announced her divorce right in my face. It was not a dream.A fresh smile crept onto my lips. Every memory of her felt like a balm, soothing the pain in my body.I replayed the conversations of that blessed morning over and over again. From the ones she had with her brother and parents to the few sentences she spoke to me.It was more than enou
Michael’s povMy mother, sensing the tension in the room, stepped forward with her arms stretched out towards me."Michel, maybe you should think about it. The family…""I want real happiness, Mom.” I cut her off without hesitation, keeping my voice steady.“I’m sorry to say this, Mom. But this is not my idea of marriage. I don't want a marriage like yours and Dad's. I want real love. I can't play business with that as well."My parents exchanged glances while Grandma leaned in to whisper, “Michael, take it easy.” But I grunted, pulling an adamant expression.Grandfather’s skin was glowing red at this point. He looked at me with a mix of disappointment and deep frustration. "So you think love is enough? You think the world is some kind of movie. Anyway, I just hope you don't regret this. I just hope."“I won't!” I retorted firmly, but this time, he did not answer me.Instead, he sprang up to his feet forcefully and shook his head pitifully, marching out of the room and slamming the
ISABELLA’S POVIt was a brand new day again and about three days now since my return. About an hour ago, my dad had woken me up to an exorbitant surprise, while mom had followed him closely, wearing a supportive face.Together, they had entered my room, approaching my bed schemingly and beaming with smiles while jingling a bunch of keys at me, the metallic gleam catching the morning light. "Hey Bella,” Father had called, his voice filled with both tenderness and a hint of elderly mischief."Here's your divorce gift.” He teased me. While his mother laughed and slapped the back of his neck.“This one here is for your new apartment three streets away, and the other one is for a brand new car, parked right now at the slot outside."I had sat up with an instant force, gawking at the keys like someone in a dream and suddenly feeling a sense of underserved privilege and moral unease.A gift of this magnitude was the last thing I was expecting from them, not after all I have put them throu
ISABELLA’S POV"You should have just said a lady was at the door." I said, battling with the unhealthy mix of frustration and amusement."Or better yet, my friend Scarlett." I added.The maid cowered and curted to“I’m sorry, ma'am.”My mother, noticing the shift, let out a relieved sigh and took her seat again."Oh, Maddie is quite new," she said, gesturing towards the said maid. "She doesn’t know Scarlett yet. Besides, your naughty head of a friend hasn’t been here for a while now.”Grandpa and Grandma appeared relieved as well as they went back to their meal. Aunt Amelia kept shaking her head faintly, half smiling as she continued watching.“To think that I thought it was an old woman coming." She said.Scarlett began to approach at the point with measured steps, her eyes twinkling with amusement.When she was close enough, she curted with a bright smile, making sure to show special respect to Grandpa and Grandma."Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington," she greeted, nodding resp
ISABELLA'S POVI looked at Scarlett again; the box felt heavy in my hands, much heavier than it should have been on a normal day.It wasn't the weight of the content inside, but the weight of what it represented, the possibilities it held, could either redeem me or even wound me further. Just as I was about to peel open the wrapping, Scarlett's phone suddenly trembled, cutting through the stillness between us like a knife. I watched her face closely as she glanced at the screen. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at the name on the screen.“It’s Ruth; oh my God, Bella, I really have to take this,” she said, her voice suddenly brisk and distant. I shrugged and mumbled.“Sure…of course.”When she was done with speaking with the person on the phone, she dropped it on her laps and turned back to me sharply.“It’s an urgent matter with one of my clients overseas. I forgot to submit his last art projects.”I nodded, still holding the box, feeling an odd yet surprising surge of reli
ISABELLA'S POVThe instructions said it would take a few minutes, but it felt like hours to me.My eyes kept switching back and forth between the stick and the clock's second hand.After about an extra minute of doing this, I finally forced myself to look down at the test result. The first line appeared almost immediately, sharp and definite, but I kept watching, my pulse drumming in my ears.For a moment, there was nothing else, just a white space where the second line would be. My heart dared to hope, wishing it would remain that way.But then, slowly, a faint blush of pink started to seep through; it was so faint at first that I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.I leaned closer, narrowing my eyes and holding my breath as I watched.In seconds, the second line grew bolder, deepening more and more until there was no denying it.“Two lines.” I whispered weakly.Feeling a deep, aching heaviness settle in my chest.The realization hit me with the force of a tidal wave.“I was