Isabella's point of view.We went back to the penthouse with Amethyst the next day. I had work to do, Amethyst had a school to attend and Jason had to do whatever.We haven't exactly saw eye to eye since I saw the contract. Since I realized he could be really untrustworthy when he wanted to be.For the first time in a long while, I walked into my place of business. The building where I sold most of my designs, filled to the brim with people admiring some of the designs I had sent over for Julius to make.I was extremely grateful I had made use of the back entrance, I had no desire of letting a crowd of desperate women fall on, all in a desire to get my husband's number or some stupid stuff.Last time I went shopping, something like that happened and it was one of the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me. Just as I was about to open the door to my office, someone held unto my arm, scaring the light out of me. I turned around and saw Julius doubled down in laughter. The smug idi
Isabella's point of view.I dropped onto the bed like a sack of clothes, fully exhausted and wanting nothing more than someone to bring something sweet for me and get me a massage. Jason would be running late, he was with Amethyst so at least I got that part figured out. Preparing the bath for myself took a considerable amount of time but when I finally got myself soaked into it, I thanked myself for doing it.I had added a bath bomb and used a scented candle to make the place smell nice. Leaving my phone in the bedroom was a last minute priority because I needed to fully immerse myself in the water.The last thing I needed was something to distract me.And then I asked Siri to play me some soothing music and finally, I allowed myself to relax.The last three days had been hell. There was a lot of orders, I had to make hundreds of new designs and then get them ready in a week's time. Julius had been working overnight too, he was literally my backbone at this moment, bringing me snack
Isabella's point of view.Jason was in my room. Dressed in that cursed boxer briefs and looking fine as heck. Like he literally just came out of a modelling competition.I had no idea why he was here. After I sent him out and he knew I needed my beauty sleep.He took a spot on the bed, close to me. His cologne seemed to do wondrous things to my whole body. I had no idea why he had to smell and look do divine.He smiled in disbelief, probably that I had let him in so early, but his words, in that last seconds before our lips met were, "I would literally do anything for you, Mrs Newman. Anything." When he called me Meda, my heart skipped a beat. His wife would make my panties twist. Mrs Newman just took the whole thing to another level.It seemed to happen all at once. One second, he was kissing me calmly and the next, he was devouring me like I was the only meal to exist. Teasing and kissing while his hands lifted me up, so I could be in a proper seating position.I had no idea why I
Isabella's point of view."Jason is giving me some bipolar vibes, one minute he's hot and the next he's cold and brooding," Cameron took a seat close to me in the designs room.I was working on a new design for a famous client's birthday. One I had gotten a really huge budget to work with so I had to make sure it doesn't flop.I stuck a pin to the side of the mannequin, "It's kind of surprising, always keeping me on my toes and such but it's annoying. I want him to want me," I raised a piece of the cloth up and stuck another pin to that place.The design had to be perfect. A perfect design was going to pave the way for more works for me, famous. Everyone would know me.I could feel Cameron's full attention on me, "Why do you want him to want you? Especially since you don't want him," Cameron knew what she was doing, asking those kind of questions and trapping me against a wall.Also she knew how I felt about Jason. How much I was supposed to hate him but she didn't know the reason why.
Isabella's point of view.I brought out another bottle of wine and another glass for Zachary, watching him from the corner of my eyes to make sure he was standing at the corner I had left him.Whatever feeling of needing to sleep I had felt was no longer there anymore. All I wanted to do now was listen and try to understand his reason for being here.Getting married to Jason meant Zachary was still in my life in a way. But with what happened at the Newman's mansion some weeks back, I would have thought Zachary would keep his distance.Maybe until he heard Jason and I was divorced now."I had no idea Jason had an apartment complex in the city, honestly I don't know so much about my brother," He said, moving towards me a bit which made my muscles clench a bit.I did not want him in my personal space, especially because we were the only ones here. My glass was a perfect weapon if I wanted to defend myself, my dad made sure he thought me how to defend myself with even the slightest of weap
Isabella's point of view.Girl's night out was an integral part of my childhood. It was something that happened once every month with my mom, where we would splurge on snacks and all the junk we could find, find somewhere to go to and just spend the day being our silly and goofy selfs without feeling judged.Mom taught me a lot of things during those girl's night outs.For some reason, I had to do the same for Amethyst. Give her a place to belong, even if I wasn't going to be with her for the rest of her life.Cameron brought out the pack of fruit juice from her car, passing it on to me so she could bring out the ingredients for the cake she intended to bake."It's sweet you know," She started, "Doing all this for Amethyst after she grew up without a maternal figure around," She elaborated after seeing my confused expression."She had her grandmother."Cameron scoffed, "Not the same thing," We walked away from the car and towards the apartment building."A grandmother dotes on her gra
Isabella's point of view.He raised his eyebrows, a smirk teasing his lips, "Kiss me, just one tiny little kiss and I would be out of your hair for the rest of the night. I won't disturb Amethyst and distract her with my perfectly good daddy charms."If someone diagnosed Jason with some sort of syndrome, I knew I wouldn't be surprised. This man literally made a written contract of the rules we made at first, without any changes and made sure we signed it so we wouldn't be tempted to do something stupid and now, here has. Barely weeks after asking for a kiss.I shook my head at him, "You have to be kidding me.""Just leave please. Allow us enjoy our night out in peace without troubling us."He let out a sigh, "Some things are unpredictable, I had a really bad day at work today and that kiss would be the icing of the cake to end a bad day."I furrowed my eyebrows at him, "How would my kiss be the icing on the cake?" I asked, placing my hand on my waist so I could at least look a bit int
Isabella's point of view."How about a flight to Paris? Los Angeles? Scotland?" Jason kept on listing places after places we could visit for a little vacation.Amethyst was painting a picture of a Disney princess and wasn't really listening to her dad while I tried to focus on a new design for the celebrity whose birthday dress I had been working on for quite some time now."Or we should visit the McClain mansion, I had it recently evacuated and renovated once Cal sold it to me," His text came forward to my phone, showing a picture of the house Cameron had grown up in and had so many memories with.I rolled my eyes at him, "Whatever place you pick is appropriate, I don't really care about it," I dropped my phone down without even looking at the picture really well.If Jason understood the vibe I was giving, he didn't say anything. All he did was watch me for the next few minutes while he pretended to watch something on his phone. I wouldn't allow Jason humiliate me like he did before
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