Isabel’s POV
The jewelry shop’s overhead light glinted off the bracelet in my hand. The little gemstones casted tiny reflections around the room. The bracelet had been a gift from Emerson. A symbol of a love that now felt like a cruel joke.
“Wow, that's a beautiful bracelet!” Lilith’s voice broke through my thoughts, dripping with feigned admiration.
She turned to Emerson, her brown eyes wide with innocent concern. “Isabel must be short of money if she's selling her jewelry. Should we help her?”
Emerson’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. He snapped, saying how this behavior humiliates him, and his family. His voice was low and menacing.
I bristled at his accusation. “Humiliate you? You’re the one who insisted I give up my job to raise our child. I had no income and never asked you for extra money.”
“I do need money, but not for myself,” I continued, my voice shaking with anger and desperation. “I need it to help my father. Since you refuse to help him, I have to figure it out on my own.”
Lilith stepped closer, still cradling the baby. “Darling,” she said, her tone saccharine, “may I help her? She looks so pathetic.”
Her words sliced through me. “Oh please, cut the act, Lilith. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have lost my child, or my husband. I don't need charity from a mistress who’s willing to kill a baby!” I spat, unable to contain my rage.
Emerson’s face contorted with anger. “What are you talking about, Isabel? You both fell off the stairs by accident.” He reached out and grabbed my arm. His grip was so tight it sent waves of pain shooting up my arm. “Apologize to her. Now,” he demanded, his voice icy.
“No way!” I yanked my arm free, my voice rising. “I’d rather die before I apologize!”
“Don't you want to save your father? How dare you speak to us like that!” Emerson’s words were like a punch to the gut.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “You always know how to hurt me, Emerson. Sometimes I wonder… if I were dead, would you shed a tear for me?”
His face hardened further, but he said nothing. I turned and fled from the shop. My tears finally spilled over as I pushed through the door and into the rain.
The sky was a somber gray. The rain was pouring down in relentless sheets. I walked aimlessly. The cold water soaked through my clothes and chilled me to the bone. My heart felt like it was shattering with each step. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to shake off the despair that threatened to swallow me whole.
Seeing Emerson and Lilith with their baby made my pain unbearable. How could he cheat on me? How could he leave me for a murderer? How did their evil get rewarded with the greatest gift - a baby? Meanwhile, I was here, facing such great loss alone. I was so worried about my father. I couldn’t lose him too! And I couldn’t help him. Even selling the bracelet wasn’t enough. I was all alone. No one could help me.
My head started aching. I stopped, pressing my hands to my temples. I was distracted for only a moment. Just then, I felt a sharp blow to my side.
A figure darted past me. My purse was suddenly gone. Panic surged through me as I realized that the money in my purse was meant to save my father. Devastation washed over me.
I tried to chase after the thief. “Stop the thief! Please! Somebody help me!” I ran as fast as I could. But my legs felt like lead. I was too slow. Too weak. The thief cut around a corner and disappeared out of sight.
My strength abandoned me. I collapsed onto the pavement. Tears streamed down my face. I felt utterly defeated, as if the universe itself were conspiring against me. I sobbed. Things couldn’t possibly get worse.
Everything I had fought for felt meaningless now. I had lost my baby, only to be betrayed by the father—the man I had once loved with all my heart. The tumor inside me was a constant reminder that my time was running out. My father, the only family I had left, was wasting away. And now, the little money I had managed to gather was gone.
I watched the vehicles rush by, their headlights blurring through my tears. And for a brief, terrifying moment, I wondered if it would be easier to just let go. To step into the street and end this endless pain.
In that moment of utter hopelessness, the thought of death seemed almost comforting. Perhaps this should be the end of me. Quick and sudden. Better than letting the cancer slowly destroy me from within.
I stepped numbly toward the edge of the pavement, ready to surrender. But just as I was about to take that final step, a voice pulled me back. "Excuse me?"
I turned, startled. Through my tears, I saw a hand holding my purse extended toward me.
"Is this yours?" the figure asked. His voice sounded strangely familiar.
Isabel’s POV"Excuse me? Is this yours?" A voice stopped me in my tracks just as I was about to make the biggest—and last—decision of my life. I turned around and saw a hand holding my purse. Relief and confusion washed over me. The money wasn’t lost. A sliver of hope returned to my heart. Maybe it wasn’t my time yet. But that meant facing all the pain of living.The whirlwind of emotions became too much. My stomach churned, and a sharp headache surged through my skull. My legs gave way beneath me. I started to fall backward, off the edge of the pavement, toward the rushing cars. I held my breath as I felt myself slipping out of consciousness. Was this the end?But then, just in time, the figure’s arms caught me. He held me tightly as my world faded to black.The world slowly came back into focus as I vaguely heard someone talking. The voices were low and concerned. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw two doctors communicating with another man. The man noticed I was awake first. He rushed
Emerson’s POVThe day I promised to customize a necklace for Lilith as a birthday present, was the next time I saw Isabel. We decided to go to the jewelry store together to choose the perfect design. Lilith was in her element, gliding through the shopping street with an air of practiced elegance. I trailed behind her, my mind somewhere else entirely. As we entered the jewelry shop, I was only half-listening to her chatter about the latest trends.That’s when I saw her.Isabel stood at the counter. Her back was slightly hunched, as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. Her hair, once vibrant and full of life, looked dull. Her face was shadowed with fatigue. She was holding something in her hand—a bracelet. My bracelet. The one I had given her on our first anniversary.A sharp pang of anger shot through me. How dare she try to sell it? That bracelet was a symbol of our marriage. A bond that should have meant something to her. Even though I proposed divorce, I felt a bitte
Isabel’s POVRobert offered to pay for my cancer treatment. I was stunned. His words left me speechless, and I didn’t know how to process the overwhelming kindness he was showing me.“Robert, I can’t accept that. It’s too much,” I replied, my voice shaking. “We haven’t seen each other in years. Why would you do so much for me?”He took a deep breath, his gaze softening. “You were my only friend in school, Isabel. You cared about me when I was bullied. You sat with me when no one else would. You have no idea how much that means to a lonely, insecure little boy. Now, I’m finally in a position to repay you. Please, let me help you.”His words left me with a strange mixture of gratitude and unease. His kindness and the offer to be my support touched me deeply. But wasn’t it a bit much for something I did all those years ago? I didn’t know what to say to his offer.Before I could gather my thoughts, my phone rang. It was Emerson’s assistant. What was this about? I picked up the phone.“Hel
Isabel’s POVEmerson stood over me. He claimed he saw me with another man. His cold face was contorted with rage. Why did he look jealous? He shouldn't have cared who I was with. When he proposed divorce, he even implied that he never loved me. Perhaps it was just about his ego…My reaction obviously irritated him. I tried to avoid unnecessary trouble, keeping my face as neutral as possible. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. As you said yourself, what could I possibly hide from you?" I countered. I didn’t want him to know about my illness. All I wanted was to diffuse the tension.Emerson's irritation flared. He mocked me with an ironic sneer, "We haven’t even finalized the divorce, and you’ve already found a new boyfriend.” Then he demanded, “No matter who he is, stop meeting him. It'll be best for both of you."I couldn’t believe his nerves. How dare he control who I do or do not see! “Emerson, you are being totally unreasonable! He is just a friend. And why should you even ca
Isabel’s POVI didn't expect to meet Robert here. He told me that his family had recently started a commercial cooperation with Andrew Williams, so he received an invitation. It felt surreal to bump into him again. But our friendly atmosphere was soon broken by Emerson.Seeing Emerson’s fierce expression, Robert whispered, “Do you need help, Isabel?” I appreciated his kindness but didn’t want him to get involved in our conflicts.“Don't worry, Robert. This is not your battle to fight,” I responded.Emerson paced over to us, his posture tense and menacing. He looked very handsome in his tailored suit. His sapphire blue tie matched the color of my dress perfectly. In the past, we would have laughed together about the coincidence, a private joke between us. But not today. His blue eyes were filled with nothing but rage.“Who is he?” Emerson demanded, his voice icy.I tried to explain, but Robert was faster. He introduced himself with a calm confidence that only seemed to infuriate Emerson
Isabel’s POVEmerson let go of my shoulders and hurried downstairs. He left me in the storage room. I stood there for several minutes, trying to compose myself before following him.I was confused about my own feelings. Why did Emerson care so much about Robert? He had a new family now. And why did I still feel attracted to him after all he had done to me? I took a deep breath to clear my mind, then walked out.I walked through the corridor filled with pictures of Emerson's forefathers. They looked down on me with stern and serious expressions as I walked by. It was as if they were silently judging me.“I know I no longer belong here…” I murmured. “I'll be gone from the Williams family soon enough.”Although I knew it was the right decision, the thought of divorcing Emerson still hurt. I had loved him so much. A future without him felt terrifying. Especially with my medical condition, and my father's uncertain future…When I finally came downstairs, I saw a crowd gathered around Lilith
Isabel’s POVRobert overheard the phone call and noticed my despair. He gently placed a hand on my shoulder.“Are you okay, Isabel?” He asked, concern evident in his eyes.“I uh… My father is in trouble. He’s being summoned to court. But he’s unable to take their calls, since he’s in the hospital,” I explained.Robert overheard the phone call and noticed my despair. He immediately offered to drive me to the courthouse. "Let me help, Isabel. You shouldn't go through this alone," he insisted. We hurried to court, my heart pounding with anxiety.When we arrived, the staff informed me that if my father couldn’t pay off his debt, his house would be subject to foreclosure. The thought of losing my childhood home was unbearable. It was a large old farmhouse in the woods, filled with beautiful memories. My father had renovated it himself. Pouring blood, sweat and tears into the project. "This can't be happening," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I grew up in that house. It holds so many memo
Emerson's POVI felt a surge of anger when I saw Isabel smile at a strange man. How dare she flirt with someone else at my family banquet? How could she smile at another man so easily, but always show me a cold face?My anger intensified when I recognized him. He was the man who had carried Isabel to the car. He introduced himself as Robert Evans, the son of a prominent medical enterprise. How dare he try to steal my wife? When I confronted them, I never expected Robert to provoke me. He acted protective over her, as if he were Isabel’s husband.Turning away from Robert, I took Isabel by the arm and led her to a storage room. I pressed her shoulders against the wall, glaring at her. "What were you thinking, smiling at him like that?""We were just talking, Emerson," Isabel replied, her voice shaking. "Why are you so upset?""Upset?" I spat. "You’re still my wife, Isabel. You shouldn't be talking to other men.""We're about to finalize the divorce," she shot back. "And besides, you’re