Isabella's point of view.The house was a mess when I entered. Luckily I had never given Cameron the spare key that was mine when I moved out and it seemed to help me now.It also had a horrid smell coming from the kitchen, the smell of unwashed plates and pots for some time now. The entire living room was filled with clothes, even the pack for the jewelries was on the table like it was common rags.Moving towards the room was even worse, stacks of clothes was at almost every point in the hallway alongside shoes and heels. At some point, I saw a pack of cigarettes."Damn, girl wants to really burn the place down," I muttered under my breath. The sound of crying was pretty loud when I got close to the room. Thankfully the door was unlocked so I had no barricade between Cameron and myself.I dropped my bag on the dresser and approached her cautiously, "Cameron, Cameron, I'm here now," I placed my hand on her back softly, expecting her to push me off.She did not. She just continued cry
Isabella's point of view.I stayed with Cameron for a couple more days, out of my desire to know if her fiance would come to the apartment.He never did. And everyday, I watched Cameron sink deeper into depression. Looking at her phone every minute while waiting for the text of a man that would never come.I had to leave to check up on my daughter. Four days away from her felt like an entire month, I hoped Cameron wouldn't mind. But before I left, I had a thought and hid each and every sharp and harmful object I could find, including her cigarettes.Amethyst was at school when I sent a text to Jason that he shouldn't bother picking her up, that would be my responsibility for the day after work."Done being a babysitter?" He sent back, added a smiling emoji.I rolled my eyes at his words. Such an asshole."Yes, now I want to be a nanny for your daughter," I sent back angrily, dropping the phone as far away from me as I could.I was in the office, looking at all the budget for the week
Jason's point of view.Just few hours into the start of the new day and I was already tired. I was working on two new projects while also thinking about what to make for dinner for Amethyst and myself. Or perhaps thinking we should eat out this night.I had no idea how I had gotten so used to Meda around the house in just a month and two weeks. It was bizarre and sometimes I wondered if I truly liked it.Amethyst was happier though. She had bonded with Meda in such short time, always wanted to be with her and seemed to look up to her now. I caught her multiple times making drawings of pieces of clothing and more.So I was elated when Meda texted that she was going to pick her up from school today. Which meant she would be coming back home today and we would all eat out. I wasn't planning on allowing her cook anything after being a babysitter to her friend for the past four days.He didn't even knock on my door before he walked in like he owned the place. Zade turned one of my chairs a
Isabella's point of view.I began to see Zachary as some sort of archenemy. Always there to cause something unfortunate to happen that would cause a drift between Jason and I.I rushed to an empty house. Jason wasn't back or perhaps he had decided he wanted to end the marriage early. Would I be getting a divorce letter delivered neatly on my bed tomorrow?Would Jason really divorce me over something like that without listening to what I had to say. Cusses. Was I really getting worked up at the fact that Jason might divorce me? Wasn't that what I wanted in the first place.I used the time to take a quick shower before getting dressed in my nightgown, dropped all the extra stuff in the room and got to the kitchen to prepare a light dinner. If I was going to get a divorce letter, I should at least have some food in my stomach.Jason did not come back home until it was at least ten pm. Amethyst was already asleep and she clung to him while I drank wine from a glass while watching a new N
Isabella's point of view.Honestly, I thought I was doing the right thing after a week of being with Jason, getting at it at different points in the house once Amethyst was in school and then trying our best to be quiet when we did it at night time.My favorite would always be at the back of the car.Anyway, I held Amethyst's hand as we walked into the spa. Some sort of surprise Annabelle had provided for reasons I couldn't fathom and yet I came.I mean, who wouldn't honour a free spa day, filled with pampering and various activities that would leave me feeling relaxed. No one knew how sore I was after a week of non stop sexual activities.Activities I couldn't complain about because I enjoyed them thoroughly. I had broken the one rule I didn't want to and hoped it wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass.How on earth would I be able to leave such a man after he had showed me I could achieve multiple orgasms in just one night. "Good morning ma'am," The attendant at the door said imm
Isabella's point of view."Why do you keep doing this? Buying me things and book a spa for me and Amethyst because you wanted to apologize," I spoke harshly and because I didn't want to touch him, I allowed my eyes do the talking, "We can't have any sort of relationship, the betrothal is gone and I'm happily married to Jason, your brother and I want to stay that way."Zachary allowed me finish before he signalled for the waiter. A tall dark blonde haired man who looked like he should be in a commercial instead of working at this restaurant."I have the Steak and this" He pointed at something in the menu, "I don't know what the lady would have though."I had this distinct idea that if I ordered anything and allowed him pay, it would look like a silly date."Just water. I'll be out of here in a few minutes anyway."Zachary raised his eyebrows but said nothing until the waiter left. For privacy, I had requested he get us a private dining place at the roof of the building. I did not want
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.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