Isabel’s POV
“Change that dress, you look awful in it.” Alexander said in a commanding tone.
The dress, a red revealing short gown, which hugged my curves, featuring a daring plunging neckline.
Glancing through myself and looking back at the mirror, I asked, “what’s wrong with my dress, not like it’s the first time am wearing it.”
“I don’t have to give you any explanation or talk further on this, just change it like I said!” He retorted.
His tone is cold, but still handsome as ever.
He stood at an imposing 6’3”, his height adding to his commanding presence.
Alexander used to love me. I want to believe so.
He used to be a loving and doting husband. Even though there’s a side of him that I’m yet to understand. He’s sometimes aggressive, tends to be controlling and commanding.
I’ve tried to talk to him, but it always ends in arguments, never accepting the fact that he has an issue.
It has just been messy.
My once loving husband has turned to a stranger.
I couldn't even break the news of my pregnancy with him.
He’s hardly ever around, barely shows interest or ever listens.
I don’t even know who to confide in about what’s going on.
His mom, Sabbrina, the bossy and authoritative Chairwoman of the King’s Empire, makes matters worse.
She hates that an ordinary girl like me is married to her billionaire son.
Her son, Alexander King is the CEO and heir to the King’s Empire. The billion dollar company that has their branch spread across Los Angeles.
It’s crazy.
I sometimes ask myself, “Is he still the same man I fell in love with and married?”
“Am I leaving with an entirely different person?”
At times, I feel like I didn’t know Alexander well enough to marry him.
Today, I can’t seem to understand the display of attitude over my dress.
After several careful thoughts, I decided to ask, looking directly into his cute blue eyes. “Alexander, do you still love me? trying to find a console in his reply.
But was torn aback by his reply.
He glares at me for a moment longer, placing his hand at the back of his neck, as if trying to find a way out, before finally saying, “You don’t need to ask me such a question.” I have a meeting to attend to, I’m leaving.
Of course, as the CEO of a billion dollar company, he’d definitely choose that over me anytime!
He always chooses work over me, like I meant nothing to him.
The tension in the room is icy, and I don’t know how long I would hold up before I break down.
And just like that, Alexander left, leaving me with my unanswered questions.
“Could it be that he’s fed up, and he’s already tired of me?” Tears rolls down my eyes uncontrollably.
I sit by the window, staring blankly at the rain-soaked cityscape. My eyes, feeling the weight of sadness and betrayal.
Every morning, I wake up hoping for a change, only to be met with the same icy demeanor.
For the past year of our marriage, my husband’s possessiveness had grown stifling, his need to control every aspect of my life left me feeling trapped and suffocated.
The lack of love was palpable; his touch, once gentle and reassuring, now felt like a shackle.
My heart keeps aching for the man I had once known, for the love that had promised to stand the test of time. I felt invisible, my needs and desires are completely overshadowed by his incessant need for dominance. The home that once echoed with laughter and joy now felt like a prison, each room a silent witness to my despair.
I sometimes trace the lines of our wedding photo, lingering my fingers on our faces who now seem like strangers. I longed for the days when his love felt like a safe harbor, not the storm that it now is.
As the rain poured outside, it mirrored my tears which I no longer had the strength to cry, each drop could speak of my broken heart and our love that seemed irreparably lost.
I turned to my phone, wanting to dial my mother. But on a second thought, I wouldn’t want to make her worry over this.
As an only child. My mother, Celyn, doesn't joke with me. She gets too worked up and worries a lot with anything concerning me. If I get her involved, she’s ready to appear here immediately just to make sure I’m fine. I definitely will not want her worrying.
“I will just wait for Alexander to be home, just maybe he wasn’t in a good mood then.” I said aloud trying to mask my pain.
Suddenly my phone rings, breaking the silence. I glanced at my screen and saw Cynthia’s name flashing on the screen.
Cynthia, my best friend, has been a part of me ever since knowing her from the university.
I literally share everything with her. Every of my sorrow, pain and joy.
But seeing her call come in at this time, I hesitated.
I have always been reluctant about sharing my marital issues with anyone, even with my closest friend.
Though, I recently told her about how Alexander has been acting up, but I still find it difficult opening up entirely.
I tilted my head, Thinking. “What would Cynthia think of me? What would she say? What will she think of Alexander?”
Again my phone rings for the second time.
Tried hesitating, but another part of me, desperately in need for some relief and understanding, made a quick think “maybe talking to Cynthia about it all would lighten the heavy burden I carry.” Just maybe.
With a deep breath, I pick up the call. “Hey, Cynthia.” My voice seeming low, like one trying to hide something.
“Hey, Bella! As she fondly calls me. How are you?
You don’t sound like you. Is everything alright?”
Cynthia’s cheerful voice brought a bittersweet smile to my face.
I hesitated for a moment, words catching in my throat.
But then, like a dam breaking, I poured it all out, letting the tears I have been holding back flow freely.
“Oh Bella, that’s a lot, it’s heartbreaking,” she said, her tone laced with concern, but there’s an edge there.
Keeping a moment of silence, Cynthia continued, her voice taking on a slightly different note. “Why not step out for some fresh air? It will help clear your mind, you know.”
With my hands trembling, I quickly wiped my tears, trying to steady my thoughts and keep my emotions in check.
“I guess that might help.” I replied giving Cynthia’s suggestion a thought.
“Great!” Cynthia said with an overwhelming voice. “Why don’t you come over to the hotel? It’s lovely here, you will like the view. And we can get to talk more in person too. It’s just exactly what you need right now.”
I hesitated, feeling a strange mix of comfort and unease. “Are you sure? I don’t want to inconvenience.”
“Absolutely,” Cynthia insisted. “I’m here for you, Bella. We’ll take it up from there once we meet. It’s going to do you good to get out and have a change of scenery.”
With a deep sigh, I replied “alright, I’ll be there soon.” Feeling a flicker of hope and an excuse to relieve myself from some thoughts.
“Perfect,” Cynthia replied, giving a sly chuckle. “See you soon, Bella.”
Alexander’s POVI sit in my office, my gaze fixed through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows, beyond which the cityscape stretched out in a mosaic of bustling life.It gnawed on me, a memory of my upbringing which I think is affecting my relationship with Isabel.While growing up, I had always seen my mum, Sabrina, command my father, Williams, to do anything she wanted, because she was making more money than him. And I had thought that’s the norm.Having more money than your partner in marriage means you call the shot. You’re in control of whatever goes on or happens in your home. Why would Isabel think I love her less simply because I commented on her dress? I worked hard proving to my mother that I’m capable of running the company, making lots of money, so I won’t have to be like my dad when married.Gosh! I pace my office, running my hands through my hair. I hate it when Isabel gives me those looks, with her shimmering silver gray eyes, which send down a cold shiver down my
Isabel’s POVmy eyes opened to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the room curtains.The unfamiliar ceiling of the room came into focus.Where am I? I asked myself, feeling a slight ache.I groaned softly, pressing a hand on my temple as I tried to piece together the fragments of last night. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to remember how I got here.What happened? I thought to myself, anxiety bubbling as I pushed myself to sit up.I scanned the room, searching for any clues that might jog my memory, but everything looked untouched, pristine, almost sterile.The mirror across the room caught my eye.Slowly, I stood, wrapping a sheet around me as I walked over.My reflection looking back at me- disheveled hair, makeup smudged.My eyes wide with confusion and fear.I noticed a faint bruise on my shoulder, but there’s no pain, just the unsettling sense of not knowing how it got there.I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.I need to figure this out, to make sense
Isabel’s POVWalking through the hallway of the King’s Mansion, I feel sad.The hallway Furnished with High ceilings adorned with intricate moldings that creates an aura of spaciousness. The polished marble floors gleam under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. One can feel the air filled with a subtle scent of fresh flowers.But I sense tension as I walk through the hallway.Why is everywhere so quiet?I thought to myself.Two steps into the big and exotic living room, I was shocked to see Alexander sitting in one of antique furniture pieces near the window.His gaze feels so cold.I can tell he’s mad. Ranging with anger, but trying to keep his cool.“You’re finally home.” He says, giving an icy demeanor.I hesitated.Unable to say anything for a moment. Puzzled and surprised as it’s been a while since Alexander was home by this time of the day.He’s either already at the office, or he traveled for a business trip from work. While I only got to know about it from his assistant,
Alexander’s POVAs the alcohol wore off, reality seeped in.I find myself staring at the ceiling, the weight of my actions settling heavily on my chest.What have I done? I say, covering my face with my hands.My heart is beating inside my chest.Last night was I and Isabel’s anniversary, and instead of spending the night with her, I’m here with her best friend!My eyes widened.Not when I have decided to let go of our marriage. There is no point in celebrating an anniversary. I thought to myself, trying to escape the weight of what feels so heavy to accept.But I shouldn’t have done this.I turned to look at Cynthia, now sleeping beside me, and I felt a pang of regret.Did I really do this?My thoughts were interrupted when Cynthia rolled, placing her hand round my body.I immediately swung it off, feeling irritated by her touch.“What’s it Alexander?” She says, her voice shaky.“You can’t seriously treat me this way, after what happened between us last night.” She ventured out, a f
Isabel’s POVI look at Alexander, my cold eyes piercing through his.His demeanor is icy like it always has been. Looking unsettled.I wonder what could be going through his mind. Who am I trying to deceive? He’s definitely thinking of his night with Cynthia.The thought of what could have gone down between them came crossing my mind.I tightened my jaw.I’ll never forgive them both.He wants a divorce? He gets it. I’m done been the good and understanding wife of an unfaithful bastard.I signed the divorce papers without hesitation, storming into the room to get my stuff and leave the hell outta here.Did Alexander think I’m going to beg for him to not end this marriage? I can't even stand being in the same room with him.He disgust me!Not after what I saw the other night at the hotel.I used to think Alexander loved me, I used to think our marriage could be saved. Tears well up my eyes.To think that I almost told him about my pregnancy, thinking it could bring us back together. I
Isabel’s POVI booked a bolt to Canyonville to see my parents.The drive to canyonville always felt like a journey back in time, each mile taking me closer to the life I’d left behind.As we drive into the familiar gravel road leading to my parents’ house, I can’t help but feel the weight of everything that has happened.My divorce from Alexander was still fresh, the pain sharp and unrelenting, like a wound that refused to heal.I thought to myself, how am I going to face my parents? They had put so much effort into making my life better, they made sure I lacked nothing, even though we weren’t rich.They hustled day and night, to see that I never lacked, and made sure I attended one of the best high schools in LA. I made them proud by getting a scholarship to continue my university education.I had dreamed of a future filled with love and happiness. I had always wished to make lots of money to assist my parents also, but here I am with nothing to show for it.“We have arrived Ma’am,”
Isabel’s POVI wake up feeling pain in my stomach.I hope my baby’s safe? I say to myself, my eyes wide open.I need to visit the hospital immediately! I jumped out of the bed, as I got ready to leave for the hospital. Hi, Mom, Dad, I say, greeting my parents who look worried sick seeing the way I hastened my steps. “Bel,” Dad called out. “Is anything the problem?”“I will be back,” I say, letting my voice out loud from the door, without giving a direct answer to his question. ************************I sit in the waiting room of LAC+USC Medical Center. My hand pressed firmly against my abdomen as the pain surged through me.The room is buzzed with quiet conversations and the distance hum of medical equipment.Just opposite me, I see a couple who also came in for a check up. The lady in her early twenties like me, but with blonde hair.Her husband held her hands, giving her a wide smile.She’s so lucky to have a loving and caring husband…How I wish…. ‘Stop being silly Isabel, St
Cynthia’s POVThe white walls of the bathroom close in on me as I stare at the pregnancy test in my hand, two faint lines confirming what I’d already suspected.I’m pregnant.I let my shoulders down, remembering the night with Alexander. The drug I’d slipped into his drink was working exactly as planned, until…. I tightened my jaw. Even though we had kissed passionately, and on the verge of being intimate, nothing else happened. And it hurts. Why? Why? Why?….I flip my hair, glaring at the mirror that shows my angry reflection.Why did he suddenly remember Isabel? I still remember vividly how he muttered, ‘you’re not…. Isabel.’ Pushing me away from his embrace.His body sinking into the bed, completely at my mercy.It’s all because of Isabel! I hate her so much.I hate the fact that she exists!I roll my eyes, trying to gather some piece of information.James! I scream.Foolish of me to not have remembered. It’s James baby!I remember sleeping with James on the night I had tak
Isabel’s POVLooking at Nadia, I can tell she’s deeply worried about something. Her grip on the clipboard is tight, her expression pinched with stress.“I’ll be right back,” I say, excusing myself from Roy and Aurora. Nadia follows me as I step aside, already bracing myself for whatever bad news she’s about to deliver.When we reach the corner, I turn to face her. “What’s wrong?”She exhales, shifting uncomfortably. “The main models for the shoot—both of them—aren’t coming. Last-minute emergency.”My stomach drops. “Both?”She nods grimly. “The female lead model canceled first, and then her male counterpart followed. I reached out to the agency, but they don’t have replacements available today.”I pinch the bridge of my nose, swallowing the frustration rising in my throat. The main models were supposed to be the face of this collection—the ones leading the campaign. Without them, the entire vision we planned is compromised.“And you’re just telling me this now?” I ask, keeping my voic
Isabel’s POVMy heels click sharply against the polished tiles as I stride into the shooting scene, commanding attention without a word. Aurora trails behind, her steps lighter but equally poised. Heads turn as we pass, and the air shifts, a ripple of greetings and smiles flowing through the crew.“Good morning, ma’am.”“Welcome, Ms. Montgomery.”They nod and smile, but something feels… off. There’s a tension, a subtle hum of unease in the air. Murmurs ripple like a secret thread weaving through the room. I catch fleeting glances, the way their eyes dart back to their phones, then quickly flick up to meet mine before they school their features into polite expressions.I stop, crossing my arms, my gaze narrowing as I glance at Aurora. She shrugs nonchalantly, feigning ignorance. “Don’t look at me,” her expression says.Flipping my hair to the side, I turn back to the crew. “Is there something I need to know?” My voice cuts through the air, calm but commanding.They fidget, exchanging u
Isabel’s POVThe moment I open my eyes, the weight of yesterday crashes down on me. The school event was supposed to be a celebration, but instead, it became a battlefield, thanks to Sophia and Scarlett. My head pounds as the scene replays in my mind: Sophia shoving Scarlett, Scarlett retaliating, and Alexander stepping in to demand Scarlett apologize. A scoff escapes my lips, bitterness tightening my chest. Seriously? Even when Sophia started it, he still sided with her? Is that the kind of father he is? Is that how he raises his child—to believe she can do no wrong?My eyes widen at the thought, and my pulse quickens. Glad he’s nowhere near my children. If he were, they’d grow up demanding, controlling, and belittling others just like him, thinking the world revolves around them because they’re dripping in wealth. I push my hair back, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The tension in my shoulders barely eases as Roy’s voice from last night surfaces in my thoughts.
Alexander’s POVThe air inside the house is thick, pressing against me like a weighted blanket. I drag my legs forward, the school event replaying in my mind—the fleeting expressions, the whispers, the moment I’d reached for her before catching myself. Frustration coils in my chest, winding tighter with each step.Then—“Alexander.”Cynthia’s voice stops me in my tracks. My jaw clenches as I glance at Sophia, then back at Cynthia. I already know whatever she’s about to say won’t be good. Sophia clutches at Cynthia’s dress, her small fingers digging into the fabric. Before I can tell Emma to take her to her room, Cynthia lashes out.“Isn’t there something you aren’t telling me?Her voice is sharp, cutting through the heavy silence like a blade. I hesitate for a fraction of a second before calling for Emma. The nanny appears instantly, her gaze flickering between us as I motion toward Sophia.“Take her upstairs.”Emma gently coaxes Sophia away. I wait until she disappears down the hallw
Alexander’s POVSophia beams as she holds up her award, but I can see it—the hollow look behind her smile, the way her shoulders slump ever so slightly despite the bright lights and applause. She’s always dreamed of winning, of being the star, yet now that she’s here, the excitement doesn’t seem to reach her eyes. The crowd’s cheers die down as Isabel and Roy step onto the stage, radiant and confident, their faces practically glowing with pride.The camera flashes catch them from every angle—Isabel’s eyes alight with joy, her hand on Roy’s arm, his expression full of warmth as they stand close to the kids. They look like a scene from a picture-perfect movie, the kind where the family radiates love and unity.Even the murmur in the crowd agrees, snippets of conversation floating around me—“Is that their father?” “They look like they walked out of a fairytale.” “What a beautiful family.”I can’t stand it. Not a second more. I feel fury boiling up inside of me—how dare they look so… perf
Isabel’s POVThe auditorium hums with quiet anticipation, the tension in the air thicker than it should be for a children’s event. But this is not just any school gathering—it’s a performance showcase at one of LA’s most prestigious early childhood academies. Every parent here knows that their child’s recognition isn’t just about talent; it’s about status.The stage is framed by velvet curtains, the soft glow of warm lights making it feel grand. The children, dressed in their best, sit neatly in rows, their small faces bright with excitement and nerves. Scarlett and Sterling performed a heartfelt poem earlier, their voices clear and confident, and I couldn’t have been prouder.At the judges’ table, a tall, elegant woman leans toward her colleagues in whispered discussion. The murmurs of the audience fade as she finally rises and steps onto the stage, the click of her heels sharp against the polished floor.“Thank you all for being here today,” she begins, her voice carrying easily. “E
Isabel’s POVI watch as Alexander walks away, Cynthia’s arm entwined with his, comfortable, at ease. My chest tightens with a dull ache. What did I expect? Some foolish part of me years ago believed I was the one he wanted—someone he’d choose, again and again.But now I know better.Just as they move inside, I catch Collins falling back a few paces, his gaze lingering on Aria. There’s a flicker of something I can’t quite name—warmth, curiosity, maybe even longing—in the way he watches her. When Aria looks up and meets his eyes, she smiles, a soft, hesitant curve on her lips that hints at something deeper, something unspoken between them.My mind flickers back to when I first noticed them together. At the time, I hadn’t thought much of it—just a passing glance, a brief moment. But now, seeing this, I realize there’s more to it.How long has this been going on? How did I not see it before?Collins was always entangled in my marriage with Alexander, observing from the sidelines, his quie
Alexander’s POVCollins leans back, stretching his arms with a relaxed grin. “Glad I don’t have any commitments today,” he says, his tone light and easy. “So I can watch your little girl perform.” There’s a note of warmth in his voice, a genuine happiness that I can’t ignore.I glance at him, catching the glow of contentment on his face. Collins has always been good with Sophia, treating her like his own. I guess that’s how it goes when you’re friends for as long as we’ve been. I shift my focus back to the road and give him a quick smile. “I know, right? You seem even happier than I am.” We both chuckle, and the sound is a welcome distraction from the nerves brewing in my stomach.“Thanks for sticking around, buddy,” I say, relief mingling with the gratitude in my voice. “The meetings had me hooked, but I’m glad I was able to round up.” I check my watch and feel a wave of anxiety. “I hope it hasn’t started yet. This event is so important to Sophia, and I don’t want to miss it like I d
Isabel’s POVScarlett twirls in her pale pink tulle dress, her laughter ringing through the room. “Do I look like a princess, Mommy?” she asks, her eyes sparkling. The rhinestones on her dress catch the light, making her look every bit the star she dreams of being.“You look more than a princess, sweetheart. You’re a queen,” I reply, adjusting her bow. Sterling stands quietly, his soft cream shirt and Beige pants perfectly tailored. His little hands are clasped in front of him, his expression calm. My gentle boy, so different from his sister, yet a perfect counterbalance to her boundless energy.I smooth my crimson satin gown, the fabric cool against my skin. The sleek design hugs my figure, the slit at the side allowing just enough movement to stride gracefully. My diamond earrings sparkle subtly, a reflection of the Montgomery elegance. Aurora is beside me, dressed in a tailored emerald green sheath dress that complements her gold hair. She leans down, helping Scarlett adjust her s