It’s been almost a week since my miscarriage happened and I wasn’t in the mood to eat anything but I had to because, after the miscarriage, it was necessary to take the medicines to remove everything from the uterus. So, now I was just sitting on the bed and drinking a soup I made for myself. I picked up my phone after finishing it and called Saira. She picked up on the third tone. “Hey, how’s everything going? You had disappeared after landing at the airport. I thought something happened.” I heard her concerned voice and a sad smile stretched on my lips. “I…. It’s been tough since I landed here so I didn’t get the opportunity to call you.” I said. “You seem off. Are you alright? Did you meet Alexander or is James giving you a tough time?” And this made me laugh, dryly. “I will be alright if not right now. I had a miscarriage on the first day I arrived here. Since then, I’ve been on bed rest, popping pills and gulping down soups and fruits as much as I can.” I told her and she gasp
The next morning when I woke up, I was alone in bed and I wondered for a while if I had dreamed about him coming to sleep with me last night.But when I got out of my room after freshening up, I saw Alexander sitting on the couch reading a magazine while sipping coffee and James was nowhere to be seen.“Good morning.” I greeted and he turned his head towards me and smiled softly as our eyes met.“Good morning, Bellissimo (beautiful). You slept well?” He asked and I nodded, then passed him to get to the kitchen but he stopped me.“Sit down, I’ll prepare a delicious breakfast for both of us.” He offered while standing up after putting away the magazine.“Haven’t you eaten yours already?” I was confused as he was already sipping on his coffee when I emerged from the room.He shook his head, with a smile. “I was waiting for you to wake up. I only drank the coffee, not eaten anything yet.” I pursed my lips, disapprovingly.“It’s not healthy, Alex.”“What?”“Drinking coffee on an empty stom
Alexander: (I)I was working on the laptop in the study when my phone started ringing. I saw the caller ID and my eyebrows knitted together.“May I ask why I got lucky enough to get your call?” I demanded after accepting the call.“To ask you where have you hid my sister?!” He growled.“I think you’re drunk right now. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay? Now go to sleep!” I mocked.“Oh please, stop this nonsense because I’m serious Alexander. Tell me where she is and I’ll leave you alone.” He demanded and I sat up straight.“What are you talking about? When I left, she was in her room.”“She’s not there. I went to her room to talk to her but she had already left with her bag.” He explained.“Maybe she returned to NYC, early?!” I presumed but he was tsking.“No, I checked all the flight data and her name isn’t on any list.” He was desperate and sounded agitated.“Okay, calm down. I’ll try on her number. It means that she’s out there, somewhere so we’ll find her soon.” I exclaimed.“Yeah, tell me
Alexander: (II)“What is it?” We both asked at the same time. She gave each of us an envelope with our names on it. James quickly tore the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. He read it urgently and then cursed.“What did she write?” I asked out of curiosity and he simply handed me the letter. It said; “I am very glad to tell you that by the time you will be reading this, I have already left the country. You tried again to use me for your benefit, but now I am no longer the old Isabella you used to bully, ordering her around and she would do anything for your compassionate gaze! I’m leaving, never to return, with the conviction that if you have ever loved our parents in the slightest, you will stay away from me and let me make the decisions of my life freely, happily. As I go along, I would like to make a confession that I have always loved you immensely, and always respected you as my brother. But you took away both my child and my love from me so now I hate you more than the l
Isabella:It has been 6 months since my escape and I hadn’t gotten any idea about Alexander’s doings. I was working day and night to compensate for the vacations I took, to visit my brother. When I arrived back, I went to Saira and she kept hugging me for 20 minutes and when she let go of me, her eyes held tears.John was also concerned about me but then I assured him that it would be a jet-lag and nothing else. Only Saira knew about everything that I endured there till my well-planned escape.I was keeping myself busy so that I wouldn’t be able to think about Alexander for even a second, but when I went to bed every night my body craved for him like an addict craved for a drug. I knew that he cared for me but sometimes I doubted that maybe he’d move on and fall in love with another woman who was free from all the insecurities and family drama, who was perfect like him and this thought alone was always enough to undo me. I kept trying to maintain my calm, to keep my temper under contr
It was one a Sunday morning and I was sitting on my couch, drinking a hot cup of fresh coffee checking my emails and also waiting for Saira to wake up. She stayed with me last night and we watched a movie together. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept in. Every time I tried, I just ended up lying there, staring up at the ceiling.Yeah, I’m pathetic but I can’t do anything about it!Today was the last day of the week I gave myself to wait for his return but after tonight, I’ll never give him a thought or even hope for anything.My phone alerted me about a message I received. I opened up the text which came from Jan. He wrote to me that he was flying in the evening and I told him that I’d be at the airport, to see off. I smiled after sending him the message.“Why are you smiling?” Saira asked out of nowhere and I jumped. When the hell did she come out?“Oh, nothing. I was just texting Jan, he’s going back in the evening.” I told her & she sighed.“Good morning by the way. I was wai
...I was sprawled on the couch, looking at the time as it was racing and the day had come to an end & he hadn’t arrived yet. Maybe I’m not as important to him as he is, to me and this thought was killing me, twisting a knife in my chest.Suddenly, I heard a loud knock on the door and I jumped out, I abruptly ran towards the door and opened it just to witness a strange man in a Pizza Hut employee uniform.“What?” I asked him irritably.“Ma’am, is this Condo 601?” He asked in a professional tone and I nodded.“Sorry for being late, Ma’am. It was hard for me to estimate the exact location.” He apologized and then handed me a box of pizza.“But I didn’t order it,” I told him and this time he looked confusingly at me.“Then maybe your boyfriend did because a man called and placed the order.” He explained and my blood boiled at the mention of ‘my boyfriend’.“I can’t take it because I’m sure that it’s a misunderstanding as I don’t have a boyfriend and I live here, alone.” I handed back the
I was drawing rough sketches on the paper for ideas when Saira entered the office but stopped when she saw the floor which was almost covered with balls of discarded papers and I was getting frustrated with the time. “Isabella baby, don’t do this to yourself, please. Eat something, you need to take a proper rest as your body still hasn’t recovered from the shock.” She exclaimed with concern and I huffed in annoyance. “I’m fine, Saira. I just want to…. I don’t need rest, I need new ideas to draw but it’s…..” “Hey, I know you’re pretending to be okay but you’re not and that’s normal because what you have been going through emotionally is far from ‘okay’ but I assure you that everything will be alright soon. Just have some faith!” She came closer to me and rubbed my back to comfort me but it never works nowadays. I got the memory of that last moment back after 5 days of returning from the hospital and it broke me down again, utterly. John and Saira were there to keep me on my feet but