For Isabella, who had hardly slept, morning came too fast. She couldn't stop thinking about her talk with Xander, particularly his statement, "I don't know if I can trust you anymore." It felt like a lifelong pain to hear those words.
She was aware that she had to act quickly. Xander was losing time, and so was time. She ran the risk of losing everything if she didn't take immediate action, including her marriage and her intentions to keep him safe.
With desperation in his voice, Marcus contacted her early.
"We've got it," he declared right away. "The communication was made. I have the papers—correspondence, bank records. All of this links Vivian and her partners to the plot. For months, they had been scheming to cause Xander to experience a significant financial catastrophe.
Isabella's heart was pounding. "Is it evidence that she is responsible for everything?"
Marcus affirmed that it was "stable enough to go public." However, we must make sure it is handled with caution. They might erase the evidence or pursue Xander more vigorously if information spills too quickly.
Isabella's thoughts whirled. Now that they had the evidence, they needed a strategy to bring Vivian and her cronies to light without going awry.
Isabella answered resolutely, "I'll see you in an hour."
Her phone buzzed with a message from Xander after she hung up. She read it after hesitating.
Tonight's dinner. We must speak. - X
Her stomach churned. Would it all come crashing down at this point? Would she be confronted by Xander about her secrets, or would he ignore her entirely? Now, when they were so close to defeating his adversaries, she couldn't let him go.
Isabella reached Marcus's flat an hour later. He gave her a big folder as soon as she entered. As she turned the pages, she came across emails, wire transfers, and offshore accounts that described the scheme against Xander. Everything was there, well documented.
She exclaimed, feeling a wave of optimism, "This is enough to take them down." "How can we release it without them discovering it first, though?"
Marcus folded his arms and leaned against the counter. That is the difficulty. Finding a journalist who is willing to take the chance yet remain silent until the complete story is available is what we need in order to achieve a controlled leak.
Isabella gave a nod. "I know a reliable reporter."
"All right. But there's one more thing," Marcus stated gravely. "Xander will be fully aware of the plot, Vivian, and me once this goes public."
Isabella looked up at him. "You mean he'll discover that we've been collaborating?"
"Exactly," Marcus said. "He will discover that you have been keeping this from him."
She felt the weight of that fact pressing down on her. Xander was suspicious enough already. Rebuilding their trust may be ruined if he found out she had been working covertly with Marcus. But Vivian would succeed in wrecking him if they didn't take action right away.
"I have no other option," Isabella said. "I must keep him safe."
Marcus understood her resolve and nodded. "Then we have to move fast."
Isabella got ready for dinner with Xander later that night. He picked one of their favourite restaurants, which they hadn't been to since their lives started to fall apart. She sensed the moment's importance.
Xander was sitting at a peaceful corner table with a glass of wine in front of him when she got there. His face was unreadable, and Isabella felt a brief pang of terror. Although she had no idea how the evening would play out, she was certain that it was crucial.
Xander stared at her, his eyes fixed on her as she sat down. He skipped small conversation and stated, "You've been distant."
Isabella's hands quivered a little as she inhaled deeply. "I understand. I've been juggling a lot of things.
Xander waited for her to continue, his eyes narrowing slightly but he said nothing.
Isabella said, hardly raising her voice above a whisper, "I haven't been honest with you." "There are things I've kept from you because I believed it was the only way to keep you safe, not because I wanted to."
Xander's expression darkened as he leaned back. "What do you protect me from?"
Isabella took a deep breath. "From those who wish to ruin you. Vivian is liked by others.
The air was silent for a minute. Xander's jaw tensed as he gazed at her. "Vivian? What are you discussing?
Isabella clarified, her voice trembling, "Vivian has been plotting to bring you down." She has been conspiring with others to undermine your company and damage your reputation. For weeks, Marcus and I have been collecting evidence.
Xander's face hardened even more at the mention of Marcus. "You and Marcus have been collaborating."
Standing in his office, Xander looked out the wide window at the city below, which was dark. Shadows hung over the skyline, reflecting the chaos inside him, and the sun had set. He had been having trouble thinking straight since his run-in with Isabella. Her treachery turned their time together become an agonising experience.He repeatedly took up his phone, wanting to call her to get answers, but he stopped each time. Not only were the lies hurtful, but it was also acknowledged that she had taken choices without consulting him that affected his life and work. How was he ever going to trust her?Isabella, meantime, paced her flat, anxious. Though it seemed like her actions only made matters worse, she had attempted to protect Xander. Since he hurried out of the restaurant, his absence felt oppressive, and her phone was silent on the couch.Marcus had texted her earlier, saying, "Everything is ready. We plan to go public tomorrow.The following day. The proof would be made public, reve
It was like a storm of news. Vivian's initiatives became the subject of headlines everywhere Isabella looked. The once-respected businesswoman had lost favour, and her empire was now in ruins, visible to everyone.Incredulous, Isabella sat in her living room and gazed at the television. The scandal was on all the channels. The proof that she and Marcus had so diligently gathered was now visible to all. Rather of feeling triumphant, Isabella's heart was heavy. The grief persisted in her. Xander was the only individual she truly wished to speak with. He hadn't, however, made contact.Xander, in his penthouse, was also not happy. The depth of Vivian's treachery astounded him, even though he had always known she was cruel. She had ruined transactions, disseminated false information, and incited opposition to him. His entire creation was now in jeopardy.However, the pain he felt for Isabella and Marcus was far worse than any of that. Behind his back, they had made decisions and hidden sec
Isabella's heart pounded as she stood. The only sound in the room was the faint hum of the city outside. She could still feel Xander's eyes on her, and it was like a burden. She was aware that she had only one more chance to preserve all they had. The next thing she uttered would determine everything.She inhaled deeply in an attempt to relax. "Xander," she said in a quiet but firm voice, "I realise I've made a lot of mistakes. I violated your trust by keeping secrets. I'm prepared to go to any lengths to put things right now, though.Xander turned away from her and once more peered out the large window. Below, the lights of the city glistened like stars. He was simultaneously filled with love, grief, and rage. He was experiencing so many emotions that it was difficult to think straight. Isabella had been the object of his intense affection, but her falsehoods had wounded him in ways he was unaware were possible.Isabella moved forward a little, trying to get closer to him. Reaching o
Xander and Isabella seemed to be deliberately avoiding one other in the days that followed. There were just small, subtle shifts, no dramatic healings or breakthroughs—a touch that lasted only a moment longer, a lingering look, and conversations that shifted from confrontation to hesitant attempts at understanding.Isabella threw herself into philanthropic activities that she had put on hold during her and Xander's turbulent time. She felt a sense of fulfilment in her work, which also provided a distraction from the uncertainty in their relationship. Acutely aware of the paradox that she was trying to heal other families while her own was falling apart, she focused on helping children from troubled homes.Xander immersed himself into his business in the interim, filling his days with meetings and phone calls. Even though it appeared to others that he was avoiding the emotional turmoil of their relationship, he was actually using his work as a way to escape the pain he was going throug
For both Xander and Isabella, the first few days at the cabin were a welcome change. They made breakfast together, took long walks in the snow-covered forest, and woke up to the gentle glow of the early light streaming through the trees. These were simple, peaceful rituals that occupied their time. The outer world seemed to have paused for a spell, allowing them to concentrate solely on one another.However, getting better wasn't as simple as running away to a charming cottage. The mere fact that they were separated from their everyday lives did not make the rifts in their relationship go away. There were still whispered words, unsolved problems, and anxieties that neither of them knew how to confront under the surface.They sat by the fireplace once again one evening after a peaceful meal, the flames creating flickering shadows on the walls. The once-comfortable stillness suddenly felt oppressive, even suffocating."Is this sufficient in your opinion?" Isabella broke the silence with
With every day that went by, Xander and Isabella found themselves in a dangerous dance—two individuals trying to forge a new path but yet being constrained by their past. Sometimes they seemed to be moving forward, and other times the burden of their common history threatened to drag them back into the habits that had previously ruined them.Xander took a risk—a daring move towards more transparency—one morning as the sun rose beyond the horizon and illuminated the snow-covered trees with its golden glow. Something from the past that he had never had the guts to share with Isabella was something he had been hiding. It tore at him, telling him over and over again how flimsy their new bond was.He looked at Isabella, who was concentrating on her tea as they sat at the little wooden table eating breakfast. Though he knew it wouldn't last, the tranquilly of the moment felt almost too ideal. He needed to be honest."I need to tell you something, Isabella," Xander said in a hesitant tone.S
At the cabin, Xander and Isabella discovered a new rhythm as the chilly hold of winter gradually gave way to the warmth of spring. The melting snow uncovered bright flowers, green grass, and the fresh smell of the earth coming back to life. The cold, quiet mornings transformed into lively scenes filled with soft laughter, the inviting smell of coffee brewing, and the cheerful birds singing outside the window.They had quiet days together. Piece by piece, they had put a lot of effort into repairing what was damaged. Isabella chose to forgive Xander despite his past transgressions because she thought he genuinely wanted to improve. One cautious step at a time, they were relearning how to walk together and gradually gaining trust. Xander was more tender and affectionate than ever before, and their bond felt stronger. It was authentic.But occasionally, the ghosts of the past ambush you without warning.Xander was outside cutting firewood for the evening on a bright afternoon. To get a fe
Isabella woke up the following morning feeling uneasy. Her thoughts was racing, yet Xander was still sleeping next to her, his breathing calm and steady. It was difficult to remove the doubts that Emily's remarks had sown. Her emotions and mind were fighting over whether or not to truly trust Xander.Isabella crept soundlessly out of bed and into the kitchen to make coffee. Only the faint hiss of the kettle and the soft clinking of mugs broke the morning's peaceful hum. Her mind swirled while the coffee brewed. She couldn't get rid of the idea that there was still a mystery surrounding Xander's background, that it hadn't been completely revealed.She had just finished pouring her cup when Xander yawned and rubbed his eyes at the doorway. He said, "Good morning," and moved to give her a forehead kiss. "You get up early."Isabella said, attempting to seem impartial, "Couldn't sleep."Xander saw the tension and gave her a careful look. "Is Emily involved?"Isabella, unwilling to conceal