I promise I didn’t do anything that day”. He cups my face and stares deeply into my eyes. “I want to believe you but I can’t”. I place my hands on his. I close my eyes and let the tears fall. I feel a soft kiss on my cheeks trailing down to my neck. His hands move up my back as he claims my lips in his. My tears flow freely. He pushes me to the wall gently and claim my lips again. I let my hands do what they have been itching to do and run my fingers through his soft hair. ****************************************** When Isabel Díaz finds out about her boyfriend and soon-to-be baby daddy’s betrayal on Christmas Eve, she packs up and leaves. Two years later, she is unexpectedly transferred back to America. She later discovers that this is Jaxon Slade’s doing. Moving back there right before Christmas feels like déjà vu. Will the health of their child bring them together and allow him to redeem himself or will it drift them further apart?
View MoreThe contractions came fast and hard, one right after the other, hardly any time in between. I could hardly catch my breath between them. It was a piercing pain, almost unbearable, yet it wasn't just the pain but everything happening around me that had my heart racing. The doctors, the nurses, the beeping of machines, the sterile smell in the air, were all so overwhelming.Isabel, breathe. Breathe with me, okay?" The sound of Jaxon's voice was a lifeline, hauling me back from the chaos of my mind. I turned into him, his face white with concern, but the eyes holding steady, never letting me go. His hand grasped mine in a grip that bordered on painful, but I didn't care."I'm trying," I huffed between breaths as another contraction hit. "God, it hurts.I know, baby, I know," he said, leaning in closer, brushing my hair away from my face. "You're doing amazing. Just breathe. You're so strong. We're almost there, I promise."I wanted to believe him, I really did. But it felt like everythin
The sterile smell of the doctor's office was comforting, somehow. It reminded me of all we'd been through over the last few months-the late nights, the worried glances, the weight of the unknown. But today, things were going to be different. Today, things were going to get better.Hazel sat beside me in the waiting room, her fingers nervously twisting together. Her leg was bouncing up and down in that way it did whenever she got anxious. I reached over and put my hand on hers, giving it a squeeze. "It's going to be fine," I said, trying to reassure her."I know, but you know how I get with these check-ups," Hazel said in a hushed, soft voice. "It's just… it's so much weight every time."I nodded. I knew. It wasn't just her heart that had been fragile, but everything that came with it-the constant medication, the doctor visits, the endless questions about what the future held. It had been exhausting for all of us, but most of all for her."You’ve come so far, Hazel," I said, looking he
above a whisper, my lips curling up slightly. "Just. taking it all in, I guess. It feels like a dream."He chuckled softly, his fingers tightening around mine. "I know what you mean. But no dream is this real."As the car slowed and pulled up in front of the hotel, it seemed the world came to a complete stop and this was the weight of it. The night ahead was for us. Not for the wedding or the celebration-just for us. As if it ever could have been otherwise.We both exited the car, and I finally spotted the hotel entrance: this great, graceful edifice which gleamed in its soft illumination. The night air was cool and had just that little bite with a tinge of a breeze, yet somehow everything in view felt as though it were slowing down-even the universe holding its breath-as this little nook in space let us be there.Jaxon reached for my hand once more, and together, we walked toward the doors, our heels clicking through the stillness of the night.Inside, the room was breathtaking: dim
The chapel was silent but for the soft hum of hushed conversations from the people surrounding us. The atmosphere in the room was filled with love and anticipation, but inside, it was anything but peaceful. My heart was racing. The message, the fear, it all clung to me like an unwanted shadow, refusing to let me forget it.Yet, here I stood at the altar with Jaxon. My heart was screaming back at me that I just couldn't let fear ruin this; I just couldn't let doubt stand in the way of the life I had so longed for forever. The moment I had always wanted was finally here.And now it was crunching time-let the doubt wash over me and eat me alive, or plunge ahead and wrap my arms around the real, the now.Standing across from me was Jaxon, perfect as always. His dark eyes met mine, the corners of his lips curling into a soft smile. It was one that had always managed to make me feel safe, even in those moments when everything else felt unsafe.The room was warm, the sun streaming through th
I felt like I could not breathe as my heart rumbled within, drumbeats in my chest, with successive beats more difficult than the next. Words ran together incoherently, blurring all over my telephone as my body shook without letting up. "If you marry her, then you will be sorry."What was this? Who was it from? My mind went wild, trying to put together whatever clues were present. Was this someone from my past? Someone who didn't want me to be happy?Another knock on the door had my already frazzled nerves jumping. My stomach twisted."Isabel? You okay in there?" It was Jaxon's voice, and so familiar that it almost brought a sense of comfort. Almost.I quickly shoved the phone under the vanity and took a deep breath. This wasn't how today was supposed to go. It was supposed to be a celebration, a beginning. Not some horrible twist of fate."Yeah," I called, forcing my voice to sound normal, even though it felt anything but. "Just. a little nervous. I'll be right out.Isabel… His voice
The morning of my wedding, the excitement, the joy, maybe a few nerves, but not this anxiety that twists my stomach into knots. I should be in front of the mirror, smiling at the reflection of the woman about to marry the love of her life, but all I can do is stand there clutching my phone, staring at the message that just appeared on the screen.If you go through with this wedding, you'll regret it."My heart stops. It seems the words shout in my mind, echoing loudly like some omen or something. I keep rereading them as though I'd manage to understand it if only, I stared hard enough.Who would send me something like this? And why? I know there are people in my past, people who don't want me to be happy, but this? It feels different. It feels like a threat.A cold chill runs down my spine, and instantly I feel the panic rise in my chest. What if this is real? What if there's someone out there who's about to ruin everything? I can feel my hands shaking as I set the phone down on the v
I stand at the window and look out, the softness of twilight fading into deep shades of blue and purple. Supposedly this is the most joyous part of my life. My wedding is in only a few days, and here I am-standing in silence amidst joy and doubts."Isabel?" The quiet is cut by the soft, steady warmth of Jaxon's voice; he stands in the doorway, silhouetted in the pale light from the hall. "What's wrong? You've been quiet for a while."I turn my head slightly toward him, but not enough to have to meet his gaze-and don't leave my spot. I wish I could explain, wish I could find the words, but right now, they feel like they're all clogged somewhere inside me."I'm just thinking," I say low, to myself almost.Thinking about what?" He steps closer, a frown on his face, the wrinkle between his eyes deepening. The heaviness of his gaze feels too much, like he sees into my head at all the jumbled thoughts.I swallow hard. "Everything… The wedding, the future, how everything's changed. It's just
"Guess what, Hazel?" Jaxon asks, folding to his knees to her level. She sits cross-legged on the couch, playing with her favourite toy car, rolling it back and forth like she's in her own little world. But the moment he speaks, her big brown eyes light up, and she looks up at him with curiosity.What, Daddy?" she asks, her tone bursting with curiosity, as if something new has just been unfolded.I stand right behind Jaxon, trying not to let the grin crawl all over my face at the clear exertion in trying to bite it back for himself. It is something that feels like the thrumming of my heart-just watching him hold his breath, seeing eyes so filled with this silent happiness-makes me feel as if I were at the verge of something very significant.Guess what's growing in Mommy's belly?" Jaxon continues, looking at me sideways with that lovey-dovey smile of his that melts me every time.Hazel turns to one side, her hair bouncing with curly wisps, and thinks for a second. "What?Jaxon lets out
I am not sure where, between the madness of wedding preparations and nights of talking till the wee hours of the morning, but somehow, I just found myself falling deep in love all over again. For the first time in so long, I wasn't double-guessing every little thing in our relationship. And Jaxon? Well, he'd been there for it all-up and down. But today? Today was different."Isabel," Jaxon calls to me, his voice soft, just loud enough to pull me from the daze I've been lost in. I look up from the window where I've been watching the rain slide down the glass, the sky outside as Gray as the thoughts I've been battling with. But his voice cuts through it all."Yeah?" I finally turn around, looking at him, and he stands there, holding a small box in his hand, his eyes sparkling with something I don't quite know."Come here for a second," he says, his lips tugged up in this small smile-a smile that has my heart faltering every single time I catch sight of it, like it's a promise.My stomac
I have finally finished setting the dining table up. I have prepared enough food to feed this street. I'm just so happy and moreover, today is Christmas Eve so why not? On the table lays Pan-seared steak with roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes, chicken parmesan with spaghetti and mariara sauce which are his favourites. I also made some of mine like Paella Valenciana and Chuletón de Buey. I can't wait for him to get here. He would absolutely love this. By 11pm, my excitement starts to turn into worry about Jaxon. He told me he would be here latest by 10pm. This is one hour later and I doubt anything could be holding him up at the office. I decide to wait some more before calling because there's no use in getting agitated. There are times when he comes home late because of traffic but normally, he would have sent me a text first. After pacing around the living room for God knows how long, the clock strikes 12pm further increasing my fears. Picking up my phone, I...
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