Isabella’s Point of View:After having the coffee “date” with Stefan, I went back to my place. I needed some time to process everything that happened—I still wasn’t sure if I made the right move, but letting him down without thinking wasn’t the right thing either. I didn’t want him to hurt, not after everything he had done for me.I went inside and sat down in the living room, and it was just a few minutes before I heard my doorbell ring. I groaned before getting up and dragging my ass to the door. I was tired of facing people who claim to have done several things which I don’t remember, leaving me with no choice but to believe them.I opened the door and saw Carlos—well, this was unexpected. With all the talk of us never talking again, you know.“Hey Carlos,” I said as I stepped aside. “I didn’t… expect you.”“I know,” He said as he entered inside.I followed him inside the living room where we sat down and I looked at him, curious. He looked back at me with a judgy gaze.“You, uh, y
Isabella’s Point of View:I reached Hawaii on time, but it felt as if it took a hundred extra years. Time moved so slow sometimes and it was excruciating to wait through it. As soon as I got off the plane, I rushed to find a cab and then headed to the hotel he was staying in—I knew because I asked Carlos on my way here.Earlier, he had asked me to stay back and wait for him to come back and let him have peace for the week, but I knew that none of us would be at more peace than the peace we’ll be in when I tell him everything.I owed it to him with everything in my life.I hurried inside the hotel and found the receptionist.“Hey. Do you—uh, can you tell me which room is, uh, Achilles Roman is staying in?” I asked as she looked up at me.“I’m sorry but we can not disclose such information without the person’s permission. Do you want me to call him?”“Yeah… yeah call him,” I agreed and exhaled. If he knew I were here, he’d atleast see me, right? Right?Well, it was worth a try.“I’m sor
Isabella’s Point of View:The ambulance stopped in front of a hospital. They took the stretcher out and carried him inside, taking him to the ER. I was asked to stay outside while they administer some drugs and medicine to neutralise the toxins and help him with the continuous throwing up.I was out of my mind. Seeing him in so much pain was so hard—I could feel like my breath was sucked right out of me, the way he looked like he had given up on everything. Was it because of me? I wouldn’t ever forgive myself if it was. I hadn’t imagined that the greatest pain I’d ever feel would be when I see him in pain. But the way my heart was sinking in my stomach and the lump was building up in my throat—I had never felt so scared in my life. Not even when anybody assaulted me. Not even when I drove in front of that truck. I was always scared when those things happened, but right now, I was terrified. I was paralysed.After calming myself down for a few minutes, I took out my phone and called Ca
Carlos’ Point of View:I walked out of the hospital and exhaled sharply. This was all her fault, and I just couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t anymore. The things she said before she even lost her memory were too cruel for any person to ever say to anyone. I didn’t know I had so much hatred inside of me for her till today. Maybe I had been thinking about this for a while, all in the background of my brain, but I wasn’t wrong either, and no one could prove or tell me otherwise.I was already losing someone. If I had to kill to save my best friend, I would do it in a heartbeat. I got nothing to lose. Living like a fugitive for the last few months wouldn’t matter.I exhaled again. I had been the biggest supporter of their relationship from the start, and now it just felt like everything I believed in was wrong. I was on the wrong side of history. My brain was fucked up with all kinds of nasty thoughts. To be honest, I had never hated anyone in my life. Not once, I just walked away or let th
Isabella’s Point of View:We were just sitting in silence when Achilles looked over at me. “What?” I asked with a playful tone.“What’s up with Carlos?” He asked, his expressions curious.“What do you mean?” I pretended to be oblivious as I stole my gaze away from him. I didn’t think it was the best idea for him to know about everything that we talked about.“I don’t know. You two didn’t speak at all and he seemed kinda off about you.”“Nah, just…” I looked at him and exhaled. “Just the stress, I think.”He nodded, almost buying it. “Okay.”I heard Carlos come in just after that conversation and I looked up at him. He walked over to check on him and then looked at me.I needed to talk to him because he made any more sly remarks and Achilles finally caught up and joined the dots together.“Carlos, can I talk to you outside?” I mustered up the courage and looked at him.He gave me a look filled with contempt but nodded.After sharing a small smile with Achilles, I walked outside with him
Isabella’s Point of View:After the conversation with Carlos, I returned to Achilles’ ward with him. He looked at the two of us. “What did you two talk about?” He asked, playfully.“Uh…” I stuttered, “Just normal stuff.”“Okay,” He seemed convinced as he replied, and exhaled. “Carlos, have you checked in with my assistant in two days?”“Um, no–uh, sorry, I forgot.”“Oh that’s alright. Just call her once if you get time. I just wanna know if everything is in order at the company.”He nodded.“Well, Bella,” Ace said as he looked at me, a smile appearing on his perfect lips. “How’s uh, how’s everything with you? You know, with—kind of coming back after a month.”“I’ve been trying to catch up,” I smiled back. “But yeah, I’m fine.”He nodded slowly. “You didn’t miss much, that’s for sure.”“Yeah?” I asked with confusion.“Yeah.” He replied. “Why? What’s wrong?”“My mom… she, uh, she came by, right?” I whispered, not sure if that was true or not.Achilles looked at Carlos and then back at m
Achilles’ Point of View:I was sitting up, wondering what was going on when Isabelle came in, almost in a rush. She looked stressed and almost scared.“Everything okay?” I asked and she shook her head in a no. Before saying anything else, I looked over at Carlos who followed inside and stood at a distance, his face curled up in a distaste.“No,” She whispered and my attention shifted to her again. “Achilles, I need to tell you something.”“Why should you be the one to tell him?” Carlos jumped in before I could say anything. “So you can twist the story the way you want it?” His words were unfamiliarly cold and the way he said it made him sound dark.She scoffed. “No, go ahead. I’ve done nothing wrong to you.”“I didn’t say that you did,” He replied and looked at me. “But I’m sure everyone is aware of all the ones you did do wrong to.”“And he—”“Stop it, both of you!” I interrupted Isabella who was about to say something because Carlos was also about to cut her off and improvise. “What
Achilles’ Point of View:“So what was so fucking wrong in your life that you go around trying to kill my girlfriend?” As the words left my mouth, I heard Carlos chuckle.“It’s crazy, you know…” He took a step toward me. “Suddenly I’m the villain, even when she didn’t want to make me one. Crazy coincidence wouldn’t you say?”“You can’t be the villain if you don’t do the wrong things, Carlos,” I said with the same dominance in his voice, and took a step toward him too. “Now answer the question.”The fact that he had the guts to bring a gun to a hospital and probably threatened her, was beyond the capabilities I had associated with him. That was definitely enough to raise concerns for him. That also earned several points for Isabelle in my mind. The way she had been so careful to present her points to make sure she doesn’t say anything wrong.“So what? I’m supposed to watch her ruin your life as if she hadn’t done that already? How can you even let her back in your life?” He seemed conce