Isabella's point of view."Don't you have something better to do with your time?" I asked him when I was done and he was still watching me like a creep.He smiled and leaned forward even more, "Watching you is like watching the sun rise, beautiful and exquisite. Like I should put you in a box and take you home so you won't disappear."If he thought what he said was something nice, something one should say to a married woman, I finally understood how deep his father was in him.I took the last glass of wine, "What should I know, what do you want to tell me?" I asked him, going straight to the point.I was still a woman that had a family back home, they probably wondered where I was now and why I wasn't back. I had no time for all these games Zachary wanted to play.He smirked, raising his shoulders with a shrug, "Oh, just something minor I discovered recently," He leaned in even further, "Something about our betrothal that was tempered by your dear husband.""What?""Well the betrothal
Isabella's point of viewJason was born to be a model. The way the suit hugged his muscles and made him even more handsome was something that had to be studied. When he turned around to strike a new pose, our eyes met and he smirked."You were pregnant because you had sex with someone back in town. Maybe someone embarrassing or whatever and it made you run away," Zachary had said, he leaned backwards and stared at me, willing me to find my way out of it, "The only issue was I never found out who."I showed him a position I would like to try. Something that would show how strong the fabrics was. Jason placed his hand under my chin and raised it up, with how long he stared at me, I felt like he was staring into my soul.Unconsciously, I licked my lips."You should tell me the person and what happened to the child," He pushed on when I didn't want to have any conversation with him anymore.I crossed my arms across my chest and said, "Please leave my office, I have nothing to say to you u
Isabella's point of view.Snooping around for clues had to be the strangest and hardest thing I had ever done in my life. I knew I couldn't go to Annabelle or Mr Newman or even mom, I knew I shouldn't believe Zachary because he could be lying and yet I just couldn't keep it out of my mind.Why would Jason do something as silly as that? For revenge? Did he know I was pregnant too since it seemed the truth was already out and everyone knew? I had no idea about what I should do."Meda, I want to visit Uncle Zade," Amethyst whined for the third time today, she placed herself at a strategic position so I couldn't ignore her and gave me those silly puppy dog eyes.I rolled my eyes at her, "I don't even know where your Uncle Zade lives, perhaps you should have told your dad to take you there or tell him to make your Uncle Zade visit you," I spoke calmly, raising my eyebrows at her.She groaned even loudly and dipped down further in frustration, I had no idea what she wanted me to do or how s
Isabella's point of view."You believe the Newmans knew you were pregnant and yet were interested in letting you go on with the betrothal," Mom said after I had explained everything to her, everything that had happened in the last few days.I nodded, twisting the cap off the bottle of water in my hand but then I remembered she wasn't here with me and she couldn't see me."Yes and I don't know what to do now," I said, "I don't know if the whole contract with Jason was a ruse to take me away from the whole thing. I have no idea if I should just put the whole thing behind me and focus on something else.""Hmmm, I'll see if I can get to the bottom of it. Go through some of the documents here with your father and some others," Mom said, something fell on the floor and she cussed, "Though there's something...."I could feel mom's hesitation to tell me what was up, "What is it mom? Speak up."It took her a few minutes but she finally said it, "Zachary did seem to find you quite easily when w
Isabella's point of view.I skirted around Jason for the next few days, doted on Amethyst while watching him. Most time, I took her to Cameron's apartment where we spent time together by doing sleepovers and making cookouts.I immersed myself in my job so much that anyone who saw me knew something was wrong with me. Employees skirted around me because of my bad mood at the moment, even Julius knew to keep a wide berth around me.Jason had lied to me. Jason was the reason I had to go through the betrothal again and he didn't even want to accept the contract marriage at first."I had sex with him, call it a drunken mistake or a need for revenge, I don't care but I had sex with him," I twirled the drink in my glass around, "And that sex led to me being pregnant with her and discovering it a year after."Cameron was a girl's girl through and through. She said nothing when I came to the apartment at night, drenched and soaked to my panties because I had gone out in the pouring rain and cry
Third point of view.Five years ago.Valentine's night, everywhere draped in the colour red and white, cupid dolls and their bows at every corner. At a stupid party where everyone just wanted to get shit faced drunk and fuck their brains out. Isabella didn't want to come, all she wanted to do was dress up in plain t-shirt and some pyjamas shorts and then watch some sappy valentine movies with her parents.Nothing could ever go wrong with that.But when she came downstairs, expecting to smell the buttery smell of popcorn, all she got was her parents having a really serious argument."She's just a girl, Marvin, she should be allowed to live a life without thinking about some stupid husband," Her mom had screamed at her dad, hands clenched and eyes enraged.Her dad on the other hand, just slapped his forehead, "You think I don't want that for her, you think I don't want her to have fun, everyday...."But the rest of his words were cut short, because Isabella came into plain view and the
Isabella's point of view.Jason would never break another rule. Though the whole thing was a fluke, he wouldn't hurt me or at least try to hurt me.I studied Zachary's face when he said that but found it stoic and unmoving. Whatever information I hoped to get from his facial expression wouldn't be enough.I sighed, "I need proof to know my husband is cheating Zachary, I can't just believe he's cheating because you told me," I tried explaining to him.But Zachary just smiled and brought out his phone from his pocket, "I wouldn't lie to you Isabella, not like that. I do want your marriage to succeed."That was the most bullshit statement Zachary had ever made but I nodded and smiled at him. I watched him as he scrolled through his phone, whistling a happy note to himself while I held unto an unhappy Amethyst.Finally, he found the picture and gave me the phone.And there it was, Jason, kissing Lavender Grange at some party, her arms wrapped around him. I wasn't good with photoshopped ph
Five years ago.Third person's point of view.Shame and hurt always turned someone to a fool. It made one do really stupid things. Isabella wiped the tear stains from her face, she had no idea why she had ran away from the party to this place.A stupid park bench in the park, at this time of the night when no one was around. She could feel him though. She knew he had left the party to follow her, but she couldn't fathom for what reason she even did that.His cologne was so familiar now. Felt as familiar as hers because he was always there."You can come out now," She said, half expecting to be the fool who was hallucinating and thought someone had actually followed her here.It took an entire minute but he stepped away from the shadows of the trees and came out. Her arch nemesis, the twin brother of the man she was betrothed to.Isabella could not help but chuckle, placed her hand on her forehead and then screamed, "Fuck, I can't believe this."Jason didn't say anything, just watched
Isabella's point of view.Zachary turned himself in to the police the next morning. We woke up and he was nowhere to be found, all he had left was the simple note he wrote about where he was going to and what he was going to do.Jason drove us back to the penthouse, the news reporter made another news concerning the issue and it was almost like all was well in the world again. No one cared about Cameron being in the hospital for alcohol and pills poisoning, no one cared about the fact that Jason would have been in jail yesterday if not for the intervention of Zade.The dude appeared the moment I thought about him, all smiles. His face looked the same to everyone so they missed the ugly bruise at the side of the head."What happened?" I asked him once we were close to each other.He almost choked on his drink, "What do you mean?" He asked, after he dropped the wineglass on the table while staring at me intensely.I nodded my head towards the centre of attraction, "What happened there?
Isabella's point of view."He's close to this place," Jason repeated because I said nothing the first time.He probably thought I didn't hear him.Cameron almost died. Cameron sent the anonymous tip. Cameron heard our conversation then."How does he know this place?" I asked confused, my eyes darting around because I felt like Zachary would appear out of any of the walls.Jason sighed, his hand moved to the back of his neck. A sure sign of nervousness."Mom knows about this place. I couldn't believe mom was the female helping him, I mean, I can't even understand it. She probably sent that tip to the police or whatever," Jason said, he was trying to appear strong but his eyes gave how tired and heartbroken he was, "I don't understand why she would do this to me.""Because she wasn't the one, she didn't do this."He looked at me, confusion was written all over his face, "What do you mean? She was working with Zachary to get...."I didn't get a chance to explain it to him because someone
Isabella's point of view.Jason's phone ringing was the alarm that woke us up that morning. Jason tried to find his phone with his eyes still still firmly shut, and missed multiple times.When I couldn't take it anymore, I found the phone myself."Hello," I said, a bit harshly and much more rudely than I intended, "Why are you calling my husband at..." I had to remove the phone from my ear so I could look at the time, "...six in the morning. He's asleep."Jason's hand squeezed my thigh, "I love it when you're so dominant," He said, his voice was laced heavily with sleep.No one said anything at the other end for a whole minute. I wondered why I didn't end the call at that point."Haven't you seen the news? Jason's face is literally everywhere and I'm pretty sure the police would be on his tail soon," Zade's voice was the next thing I heard, it felt like he was talking from the other side of the room, "Get out of that penthouse and run."And then the call ended. Jason must have heard
Isabella's point of view.It took two whole days for me to become a semi normal human again, even though I had issues. It took two whole days for me to get rid of all the alcohol I had in my system, without going for another. It took two whole days to promise myself that I would continue to be happy, because Amethyst needed a mother. Not a drunk angry woman who couldn't forgive herself.The journey back to self love wasn't going to be an easy one, but I would do anything for my family.Mom and Jacqueline travelled from Paris back to town once they heard I would be receiving visitors now. They were so happy to see me and so was I, to see them.I wasn't even that surprised that Jacqueline had dyed her hair pink."When you have a family that wants you to be the best, the best wife, the best kid, the best of anything, you learn of new ways to disappoint them," She said then leaned in to continue the sentence, "Especially if you didn't make them traumatized when you were a teenager."That
Jason's point of view."You'll be discharged on probation due to the only witness having a faulty memory," The lawyer told Dude during our short visit to the prison, "That's enough to get you released on probation at least."That happened the day after we found Meda. I was still a bit out of it, the whole conversation, the reward I promised Dude if he helped me find my wife. I just wanted to go back to the hospital.Dude stood up and shook the hand of the lawyer, "Thank you very much. I appreciate it," He said, the grin on his face was so wide and bright. It made me almost want to smile as well. Once the lawyer was gone, the smile disappeared from my face."That lawyer is from one of the best firms in the US. I'm sure he would do his best to get you out of here so don't worry," I sighed, before I got up from my own chair and stretched my hand towards him.Dude was a slim guy. He had no muscles and was never known for his strength to win fights. Instead he won with his brain, calculat
Isabella's point of view."What happened to you?" Jason asked the moment he saw me, as I walked into the penthouse.My face was swollen, my lips had bruises all over and I was pretty sure I had a black eye or perhaps two. I was hurt all over. And my clothes were torn at the most unfortunate of places.I couldn't go to a store to get a new cloth. And there was none in my car so I basically had to do the walk of shame just to come home.And the first person I see is Jason. Oh goodness."Who did this to you? Why didn't you call me?" He kept on asking questions upon questions, which checking each and every bruise, "We need to take you to the hospital...."I took my hand from him and huffed. I had no reason to go to the hospital. Cameron wasn't a vicious fighter, she was in a worse shape than me. And she was able to get just a few strong punches in.I did the greater work."Leave me alone please, there's nothing you can do about this so just let it be," I said, smiled a bit at him while I
Isabella's point of view.Jason got us another penthouse in another apartment complex that wasn't owned by him. Furnished it to my satisfaction. And also made sure that he told me nothing about the whole security cameras in the house.If there was any, I had no idea about them."You can't seem to process what happened that day, you keep on getting flashbacks" The therapist Jason got for me said, she smiled like we were some kind of old friends.Her bubbly personality was a fresh start from most of the tensed people I met recently. I felt like they were holding themselves back from talking about the whole traumatizing case.They had no idea I was even pregnant. No one knew about that pregnancy but Jason and I.I nodded, my head bowed down so I could look at my entwined fingers.I had no idea what to say to a woman like this. I had no idea how she was going to help me recover from the trauma.Was it even right for me to be traumatized? I mean, yes, I lost my baby but I didn't even know
Isabella's point of view."She would have to stay in the hospital for one more day. We need to run a few more tests and make sure she's fully physically okay before we allow her out," The doctor spoke to Jason, few metres away from me, "We want her at her best."I pretended like I didn't hear what they said. Or I pretended like I didn't see them when they talked about me.It helped me. It calmed my mind. If I didn't see them, then I wouldn't have to accept that my baby was actually gone.Lost. It was a miracle I survived.And after everything the only thing I got as a reward, after meeting up with Zachary and allowing him to take me, I couldn't even get him for his crimes. All I got was my baby dead.Because of me."Mummy, look at what I drew," Amethyst cried out from where she sat, on a chair close to my bed.I forced a smile onto my lips, "That's nice Thyst, draw something else now," I said, barely taking a glance at the drawing.If anyone truly asked me what I wanted, I was scared
Isabella's point of view.I swear my head hurt like a bitch when I woke up, all I could see were blinding white lights everywhere and sometimes the occasional doctor with their white coats.I went in and out of consciousness and every time, I woke up at a different time of the day.Sometimes I saw Jason, sometimes he hovered on me, other times he was screaming for the doctor. But I heard him, multiple times.I heard him when he talked to me every time. The sweet words he said to me while he caressed my forehead, the kisses he placed there and sometimes, when I felt really strong, I tried my best to squeeze his hand.There was a time I heard a child speaking. I was pretty sure it was Amethyst because of how soft she had spoken. She had begged me to wake up for her and I tried, I really tried.I just couldn't. And then I slipped out of consciousness again.This time, I was determined to remain conscious.The doctor by my side smiled kindly at me, "Oh Mrs Wells, you're awake," He touched