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.I wasn't sure about what I was supposed to do at this moment. My life with Jason had been a rollercoaster for the past few days, avoidance yet giving each other passive glances.I was not sure what changed his mind. One minute he had been okay ignoring me and the next, he became as loving as he could afford.I wasn't sure and the truth was that, I didn't care.I knew he wasn't kissing me like a man starved to punish, perhaps it was his way of apologizing. For allowing Lavender kiss him. So why deny the pleasure of his apology.I kissed him back with every ounce of emotion within me, from every corner in my soul. My hands found his hair and I clutched at it, writhed beneath him.My hand moved from his hair down to his chest, bare for me to touch, to do as I deemed please. The opportunity to do this had been lost after what he had confessed days back, how lost I had felt when he hadn't showed the tiniest of remorse."When did I start needing you so much?" He w
Isabella's point of view.My phone was buzzing from different calls and text messages from different brand after the sneak peak of my collection on social media and all the important news outlets.Talk about collaborations. They wanted to be on the next big thing. They wanted to know if I could design for them. They wanted to know if I could get a favour for them with Jason.It felt like my marriage wasn't really until I released those photos of us, together with Amethyst. Negative and positive reviews alike were coming from every angle."I just can't believe the dream is becoming a reality," Julius said whilst looking at new fabric designs with me.We were in the workroom, at five in the evening, trying to get the perfect fabrics for the new costume designs I was supposed to make for a new season of one of my favorites series. A million dollar deal.I giggled, "It all started with my something small. It's crazy what the power of influence can do, what a little talk in the right dire
Jason's point of view.I loved the way she gasped softly whenever I placed my fingers on any part of her skin. The way she tried her best to be mad at me and look away but every once in a while, she took glances at me and watched me while she thought I didn't know.I loved watching her try and memorize the roads we were taking, she was also actively trying to figure out where we were going to.Honestly, I had no idea why I was doing this. For a relationship that was supposed to end in just a few months, even if she was the mother of my daughter, it had no right to affect me like this.I turned the car to the right, entering a new street and watching her try to recall if she knew it. The four days of silence had felt like torture. I had to visit Zade on the second day."I blame you for all this," I had told him, slamming my glass a bit forcefully on the table, "If you had not told you me anything about what she did, I wouldn't be in this situation. I would be wrapped in her arms, watc
Isabella's point of view.The photos felt like I was watching myself from Jason's point of view. The fact that he had kept such photos showed how much he cared about me, though he went about his caring in very wrong ways.A picture of me trying to get to the store two years ago caught my attention. Cameron had just started dating her ex and was no longer taking me to the store with her car. I had to Uber and that was a very snowy day.December twenty fourth. Christmas Eve."How were you able to get a picture as clear as this in the snow? I couldn't even get out of the snow as fast as I wanted," I said, raising my eyebrows at him, "Such a stalker."The ends of his ears burned bright red. Blushing. Jason Newman was blushing because of what I said. Well, there was a first time for everything.He turned to the side and scratched the back of his neck, "Most of those photos came to me, I wasn't actively involved in the search for you," He struggled with his words, "But Zachary and your dad
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