EMMA."Emma!” I heard both voices call my name as they rushed towards me.For some reason, Kristy caught up to me on time, breaking my fall.We both ended up on the floor, with minor casualties.I remained still as she adjusted her position, getting off the floor.The door opened, and the cop walked in. “Any problem?” She asked.Kristy shook her head, as she wiped the dust off her jeans.The cop watched me silently, with a skeptical look on her face. For someone who was charged with drug trafficking, I could only imagine the thoughts that rammed through her mind.She walked closer, and I tried pushing myself up, but failed.“She's fine,” Kristy grunted, as the woman touched my neck, searching for a pulse.“I'll be back in five minutes,” she announced, as she walked out.I remained frozen, unable to think or breathe properly.I needed to clear my head. This couldn't be happening to me.Alex couldn't have denied me. My sister couldn't be in a coma. It had to be impossible.My mother co
ISABELLA.I sat, silently, watching as they both walked in. Laura in a white suit, and John in black.“Mrs Blackwood,” he acknowledged, as he stretched forth his hands.I smiled gently, receiving his handshake.“I'm Laura Miles,” Laura introduced herself, stretching forth her hands.I clasped mine together, holding back my sneer. “I know who you are,”I watched as she retreated her arm.“Can we sit?” John asked.“Sure,” I replied, trying to hide the edge in my voice. I didn't want Laura on my chair, or anywhere near my office for that matter, but some level of pettiness was beneath me.They both sat, watching me intensely. I focused my eyes on Laura. If she had any tricks of her sleeves, they were bound to fail.“How may I help you?” I asked both of them, impatiently. None answered immediately. I turned to face John, “you do know my husband and I have decided not to get the divorce, right?” “I am quite aware of that,” he replied.“Good,”“We're here for a different purpose,” “What i
ISABELLA “Why do we have to talk about her?” I asked, after a long minute of silence. I could already feel the tears dripping down my eyes.Alex brushed them off with his thumb, “oh, baby, it's nothing to cry about,” he consoled.I sniffed, gently wiping my nose. Why did he still have to talk about her? Why couldn't she leave our marriage? Even after all I had done, he still wanted to talk about her. He was clearly thinking about her.She was everywhere. The bitch was plastered on my marriage. She had her permanent seat at the table.“Alex, I don't think we should talk about the woman that nearly destroyed us,” I said to him,It was best to get it in the air that I didn't want to be affiliated with her. I wanted her to be a forgotten part of my past.“Baby, we-”“No, Alex. We can talk about it some other time.” I refused, gently touching his arm. I looked him straight in the eye, “tonight is for us, okay?”He nodded, “whatever you want princess,”“Thank you,” I appreciated him, The
ISABELLA.My fingers were as good as nonexistent. I grunted in discomfort as I tugged them from within me. Maybe I just needed some sleep. If my brain was shut, I would forget all about this. Maybe tomorrow, I'd be too busy to remember. Moreover, I had a planned trip with my husband, and daughter.I grinned as I snuggled into the duvet. Sleep was all I needed.I shut my eyes, willing for the thoughts in my head to stop, but it didn't. Every time I closed my eyes, an image of Emma would just pop up. She was living rent-free in my head.I sighed, turning to the other side. I usually slept better on the right side of the bed. The thoughts only worsened. The sex tape played repeatedly in my head. I sighed, looking at the ceiling.Maybe laying upwards would help me sleep. I placed a palm on my chest, closing my eyes.My eyes could barely remain shut for five minutes. I immediately sprang off the bed.A little bit of workout should help.I started with some squats, then a few jumps.Panti
ISABELLA.“Wow!” He gasped,I giggled, too weakened to speak.“That was-”“-the best sex of my life,” I completed it for him.He nodded in agreement. I wished I could deny it, but that was an impossibility. What had happened between us was nothing short of mind blowing.We remained in silence, taking in the moment. He bent to kiss my forehead.“I have something to tell you,” he said,“What's that?” I asked, eagerly.“You wouldn't believe it, but the first time I met you, I almost couldn't resist the urge to kiss you,” he confessed.My eyes bulged in surprise. That wasn't the reaction I had expected. John was a good guy. I expected some guilt, and the part where I would have to convince him, and-“-well, I couldn't do that, because you're someone else's wife,” he continued, “and at that time, I was still with Emma. I didn't believe in cheating, or compromise, so I pushed everything back,”“Would you have said anything if I didn't make the first move?”His eyes bore into mine for a minu
ISABELLA.“Let me get something straight,” I started, pointing a finger at him, “you don't want me to help Emma?” I asked, in disbelief.“Why should you help her?” He asked,If this was a prank, he had to end it here. I blinked repeatedly, unable to understand what he was saying.“We're talking about Emma Martinez,” I explained,He chuckled, before speaking, “I know,”“No, you don't get it. I don't think you get what I'm saying. I'm saying I want to try helping her out of this case so she doesn't rot in jail,” I tried explaining. He had to be misunderstanding me.“I totally understand you. What I don't understand is why?”“Because she needs to be helped!” I exclaimed,“She has her attorney. Why would you want to help the girl that tried to ruin our marriage?”What the actual fuck? This couldn't be Alex. It had to be someone else. The Alex I knew would be on his knees worshiping me because I decided to help his mistress.“Who are you?” He chucked at my question, “sit, baby” I sat, wa
ISABELLA.I stepped down from my car, casually stepping into the building. As much as I wanted it to seem like I wasn't interested in any sort of attention, I knew I couldn't appear in public alone at this time. The two bouncers I allocated to myself walked before, and behind me. After the reservation I had made, Laura came up with the silly idea of us meeting at the station. It was easier to for us to discuss in the presence of Emma Martinez, plus our appearance in public would make it known that this was a plan. People had to think I had decided to make the move. I had, but not in the way I wanted them to think.I walked into the station, ignoring all the ogling, and cameras that were flashed my way. It was good to know I could pull this much attention.“Excuse me,” I called out to an officer. He turned, and on realizing my identity, beamed at me.“Mrs Blackwood,” he acknowledged me in a jovial tone. “Great to see you,”I forced out a polite smile, ignoring his familiar attitude. P
ISABELLA On seeing that we had reached a clear, and concise agreement, I rose from my seat. “I have no money,” Emma whispered,I turned to face her, “how's that any of my business?”“I need some money from you,”“The fuck you don't. What do you want my money for?”“I can't leave town without money. Where would I go? How would I survive?” she asked,How was that any of my problems?“You'll find a way around that. If you could find a way to fuck my husband in my face for three years straight, I'm sure you'll definitely come up with a way to survive. There are many husbands out there,” I replied, with a smirk.I watched as her face fell in shame. It took her two years, and barely two months of me showing her what I was capable of before she realized she needed to feel some shame.I sneered in disgust. “Make a budget of the town you're relocating to, and get your attorney to send the bill to me,” I said to her,I watched as her eyes lit up,She did not say a word after that, but I knew