Chapter 6

Chapter 6

ISABELLA'S POV

I felt nausea the moment Tyler's lip touched mine. He tried deepening the kiss, but I was fast enough to push him away. All the anger that I concealed within myself seemed to go out immediately.

“What the heck?!” I screamed out my lungs; I felt disgusted just by his mere sight. 

“Hey babe, why are you angry? I'm your husband,” I heard him say as he tried touching my face. If he knew what was best for him at that moment he wouldn't have made mention of the word ‘husband’

I could feel my mother's nervous look, she must have been startled when she saw my reaction towards Tyler.

I touched my hair, trying to keep myself calm; I was expecting myself to still have my bob hair on, but to my surprise, I had long, silky hair. I couldn't help flipping it back before parting my lips. I was ready to cuss at the jerk in my front, but I stopped immediately.

“Even though we're married, Tyler. We should set a good example for our kids.”

“It's impolite to share a kiss in public,” I said before covering the few inches between us. “Not when we're both public figures,” I whispered into his ear, using the tip of my tongue to touch his ear.

I knew Tyler had always loved to be in public and always wanted to be in the spotlight. I had intentionally used the word public figure, and truly, he was still the same, no difference, the same expression, the same likeness. Nothing changed about him.

I could see his ear grinning happily. His ear was reddish in color which seemed to add to my disgust. I looked in Nicollete's direction; her gaze was thoroughly fixed on me —us.

I smiled at her, giving her the most innocent smile I have forced myself to give someone. I could see her smiling at me, I would have believed that smile but I can never fall for that kind of smile.

“Mother, what about Grandpa and father?” I asked as I slightly moved away from Tyler.

“You know your grandpa's birthday is in two days. Of course, your father will be busy making different arrangements for the event,” My mother said and my mind went to today's date ‘September 2nd’ 

I picked up my phone just to confirm the year again, even though I had checked it inside the conference room, but I still couldn't help checking again. Before I was killed, I could remember the year was 2024, but it changed the moment I found myself in the conference room; it suddenly went from 2024 - 2019.

My former age was thirty years but now, I suddenly went down and became young again. Now, I'm twenty-five years of age, looking young. I don't know why all this happened but I believe there must be a reason.

There must be a reason for my second chance. Yes, there should be a reason!

“Hey, Why ain't you talking?” My mother's voice jolted me out of thought. I looked at them, they were staring at me as if we were in a staring contest.

“Let me introduce you ………” I looked behind me expecting to see Rodrigo but he was nowhere to be found. I looked around but there were no traces of him. 

Didn't we enter together?

Besides he was just behind me earlier? 

I looked over the reception, hoping to see him to introduce him to my family, but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he vanished into thin air but I don't know why I suddenly felt sad that he would leave just like that.

“Are you saying something, sister?” Mason asked me but I shook my head. I couldn't tell them the person I wanted to introduce to them vanished into the thin air.

“Let's go home, I should help with Grandpa's birthday!” I said and walked towards my morning. Holding her hands as if she would be running away anytime soon.

TWO DAYS LATER 

Due to my grandfather's birthday, I have been able to use that as an excuse to stay away from my matrimonial home. Tyler seemed to catch the gasp of me trying to distance myself from him, but I had to lie to him that I had to stay with my parents to plan the event even though I wouldn't be doing anything.

Since I have gotten back, I have locked myself indoors thinking about everything, My next move, my next plan, who to trust and who not to trust.

I seemed to enjoy speaking with myself as it seemed I always got a response from an unknown person inside me. Yes, there seemed to be an unknown person in my mind that answered my curiosity at any time.

I seemed to have also become more calculative than before; I seemed to calculate any single step I planned at every moment. I calculate all my moves by playing ‘Go GAME’ by myself.

“Sister, you should go and welcome your husband. He's waiting out……” Nicollete said as she pushed the door to my room open even before I could say anything. She seemed shocked that her words hung in the air the moment she saw me.

“You look g.o.o.d,” She stuttered, which made me smirked, “Of course, I was aware of that,” I thought inwardly; I expected her reaction anyway.

Earlier today, she had come to give me a dress which she mentioned I should wear to our Grandpa's birthday. Novice me in my past self would have appreciated it and even loved it even though it wasn't what I desired or my taste to wear.

“You didn't tell me you had a dress to wear,” She said, blinking like a five-year-old child who has been deprived of her happiness.

She had gotten me a slutty purple dress, everything about the dress was so slutty that it could only be suitable for a club party, but my innocent-looking stepsister got it for me for our dear grandpa's birthday party. Foolish me would have nonchalantly put it on. 

Of course, I knew what I was doing, I had told my secretary to get me a purple dress for the party. I intentionally studied her expression the moment she stepped inside the room, her gaze fell upon me. I knew she must be shocked I had a different dress on despite her getting me a dress of the same color as the one I had on.

“Oh, you didn't ask me,” I said while staring at her through the mirror. I was in front of the mirror, so her emotions were vividly clear to me.

“Besides, My secretary got the dress,” I said, loving the atmosphere. Her expression was something I loved the most at this very moment.

“Help me with My zipper, Nicollet,” I said, smiling innocently as if I wasn't aware of the games I was playing with her.

I was cladded in a purple dress that cascaded my figure, accentuating my curves and lending an air of sophistication to my appearance. In all, I knew I looked far better than her which she has always hated.

Nicollete has always hated me, especially for being better than her, but I had always chosen to ignore that with the thought that she would be able to see the good side of me. She never saw the good side of me till it became too late.

“Done,” I heard her say as she made her way towards the door. I smirked when I saw that she wanted to leave my room as fast as possible.

“You ain't going to wait for me?” I asked innocently.

“You should come with your husband; he's waiting outside,” She said eagerly, trying to leave the room. I could see the eagerness seemed to be eating her up but I wasn't going to back down anytime soon.

“You should go with Tyler. I have some work to attend to before I leave,” I said, stopping her before she could push the door open. She was confused for a moment when she heard my words but I quickly flashed her a smile to wipe off her confusion.

“But that's your husband, Isabella.” She said while looking at me—- directly into my eyes as if she was searching for something.

“Tyler is My husband. And you're my beloved sister. So why are you worried? We're blood sisters, ain't we?!” I said with my gaze thoroughly fixed on her. I wasn't blinking either, was she?

“We're blood sisters! And I have nothing to worry about going to our Grandpa's birthday party with your husband on your behalf. After all, you don't mind, sister.” She said innocently, flipping back her hair confidently.

I exceptionally took a moment to study her body language after she said those words. And yes, her body language seemed more usual than usual. It was as if she was passing some messages to me. 

My past self would have been confused and unable to grasp what she was trying to pass to me. But even without opening her mouth, I already knew what she meant by the body language or maybe I was thinking too much.

I feel like she was trying to say ‘Watch me have your man!”

“You don't mind right, sister?” I heard her ask again. Jolting me out of my thoughts. “Of course! I don't mind you having my trash on my behalf!”