Third Person's POV:"Mason!" Isabel opened her eyes in horror, screaming at the top of her lungs. She looked around frantically, only to find herself in her bedroom, which made her sigh in relief. However, she could feel her sickness returning, unlike in the dream. "It was just a dream," Isabel told herself, feeling foolish. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling of how real it had seemed.Pushing the thought aside, she lowered the temperature of the air conditioner, realizing she was sweating profusely. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was already evening; she had planned to go to the hospital today. Isabel regretted falling asleep so suddenly and having such a horrifying dream.Deciding to take a shower to wash away the sweat, her attention was caught by her ringing phone. She assumed it was Mason, but the caller ID showed it was Anna, who usually didn't call at this hour. Deciding to call her back later, Isabel headed towards the washroom, but the phone started ringing again."Hey, A
Third Person's POV:It had been five long days since Mason slipped into a coma. His family remained steadfast by his side, their voices filling the room with love and hope, but there was still no sign of him waking. Isabel, especially, refused to leave him, disregarding her own well-being entirely. She stayed by his side every second, her heart anchored to his.Each day, Isabel's prayers grew more desperate. She pleaded for Mason to regain consciousness, willing to trade anything for a miracle. The doctors had warned that the longer he remained unresponsive, the slimmer his chances of recovery. The thought of losing him gnawed at Isabel's spirit, leaving her mentally shattered and willing to sacrifice anything to see him open his eyes again.Following the doctor's advice, Isabel read Mason his favorite superhero comics from childhood. They hoped that familiar and cherished stories might spark something within him. Nina, understanding the depth of Mason's attachment to these tales, had
Third Person's POV:"Get away from me," Addison rudely spoke, breaking the hug and pushing Isabel away. Isabel didn't react, as it wasn't anything new to see Addison act this way with her."Now you must understand who deserves Mason more. I mean, my presence is literally magic for my beloved man. Don't you agree, Isabel?" she arrogantly asked with a smirk, leaving Isabel speechless as she considered Addison's words.Addison found it was the right time to show Isabel her real importance to Mason. "I think it's time you should leave us alone. Deep inside, Mason cares about me more than anyone else, including you. So..." she began, trying to humiliate Isabel, but a nurse interrupted them."Can you call the patient's parents to come here urgently? He is asking for them," the nurse spoke to Isabel, who instantly went to inform Nina."Excuse me... Did he ask for me? Can I come inside with you?" Addison politely asked the nurse, who frowned, confused by the question. "Are you his mom? The do
Third Person's POV:It had been three weeks since Mason was discharged from the hospital and brought to his parents' house. Nina didn't want Isabel to handle Mason's care alone, knowing it would be challenging while he was still in recovery.During these days, Isabel tried to keep her distance from Mason, following the doctor's orders not to pressure his brain to recall anything until he had fully recovered both physically and mentally. She only visited him when he was asleep because that was the only time he felt like the person she once knew. When he was awake, he seemed like a stranger, a stark contrast to the man who had been begging to be with her just days before.Now that Mason's condition had improved, Isabel decided to bring his lunch to his room instead of Nina, who had been helping him with meals. As Isabel entered the room, she found Mason engrossed in something on his laptop. Their eyes met, and Mason frowned in surprise at the sight of her with the tray of food."Where
Third Person's POV:Mason stared out the window of the café, a steaming black coffee untouched before him. He was waiting for Addison, who had emailed him that morning, asking to meet in person.He was surprised to hear from her. The last time he remembered, they were both in college, and he had genuinely liked her. Addison hadn't provided many details, only insisting that they meet urgently at this cafe because she had something important to reveal—something he had apparently forgotten.With Isabel claiming to be his wife, Mason had hesitated to meet Addison behind her back. But curiosity had won out. He needed to know what truth Addison was talking about.When Addison finally arrived, she found Mason sitting motionlessly. She couldn't help but admire how he seemed to have reverted to his old self, making the effort to come all this way to listen to her. Just a few days ago, he had kicked her out, but now she was certain it would be easy to win him back.Full of hope, Addison approac
Third Person's POV:When Mason arrived home, Nina immediately questioned him about his sudden departure without informing anyone. "Is Isabel home?" Mason asked urgently, not bothering to explain his absence. His desperation was so palpable that Nina frowned in confusion, doubting his motives."Why? Did something happen? Did you meet with someone?" Nina's anxiety grew as she sensed that something was terribly wrong."Mom, is she in her room?" Mason ignored her questions once again, but this time, he didn't wait for a response and took long strides toward Isabel's room.Upon entering, he found Isabel asleep, her face etched with exhaustion. He approached the bed and knelt down, his guilt intensifying as he observed her up close.Mason was tormented by regret for having treated her so coldly and rudely since regaining consciousness. He could only imagine the pain he had caused her, the way he might have reminded her of his past self."I'm so sorry, Isabel. I never deserved someone as kin
Third Person's POV:Mason sat motionless in the office. It was his first day back after the accident, and he was supposed to meet with the company's managers and officials to learn about his roles and responsibilities.But the moment he arrived, he couldn't calm himself enough to engage in any conversation. His thoughts were consumed by Isabel, who was flying to London today.No matter how hard he tried to relax, it felt like a part of him was slipping away. Despite everything around him, he felt a hollow growing in his heart, and he knew exactly why.Mason closed his eyes, recalling last night. He had silently battled his emotions and feelings for Isabel. The news that it was Isabel's last dinner with everyone had traumatized him more than he understood.When he went back to his room, a panic attack seized him. It didn't stop until he snuck into Isabel's room in the dead of night, unnoticed by anyone. Watching Isabel sleep so peacefully made him feel better, more alive.His eyes well
Third Person's POV:It had been fifteen days since Isabel arrived in London. Her life had settled into a routine within the first week of her arrival.Living alone wasn’t as daunting as she’d imagined. In fact, she was beginning to appreciate the solitude and newfound freedom. And she wasn’t truly alone—her child, growing steadily inside her, was her constant companion, and she often found herself talking to the baby.Adjusting to her studies in this new environment went smoothly as well. Most of her peers were surprisingly supportive and considerate, which helped her adapt quickly.Isabel also started a part-time job as a library assistant, despite Mason’s parents continuing to support her financially and urging her not to overwork herself. She felt a pang of shame at being so dependent on them, especially when their son had chosen to walk away.Despite her determination to move on, Isabel couldn’t help but think about Mason every night. The evenings were heavy and gloomy, the days p
Hey there, Wow, we made it to the end. I honestly can’t believe it’s been two years since I started this story. It’s been a long road, and I know there were times when updates were slow, painfully slow, in fact. Life has a way of getting in the way, with college, work, and everything else that pops up unexpectedly.I want to take a moment to say I’m really sorry for those delays. I know it wasn’t easy to stick around, and yet, you did. That means more to me than I can put into words. You didn’t just read this story; you waited for it, supported it, and saw it through to the end. That kind of loyalty and patience is rare, and I’m so grateful to have had you along for this ride.I may have only a few readers, but each of you is incredibly special to me. Your support, patience, and encouragement have made all the difference. Knowing that you were there, waiting and reading, kept me going.Thank you, truly, for sticking with me and this story. I promise I’ll do my best to keep writing and
***[I've made a mistake. Please Don't buy this chapter, This Author notes will be for free on the next chapter]Hey there,Wow, we made it to the end. I honestly can’t believe it’s been two years since I started this story. It’s been a long road, and I know there were times when updates were slow, painfully slow, in fact. Life has a way of getting in the way, with college, work, and everything else that pops up unexpectedly.I want to take a moment to say I’m really sorry for those delays. I know it wasn’t easy to stick around, and yet, you did. That means more to me than I can put into words. You didn’t just read this story; you waited for it, supported it, and saw it through to the end. That kind of loyalty and patience is rare, and I’m so grateful to have had you along for this ride.I may have only a few readers, but each of you is incredibly special to me. Your support, patience, and encouragement have made all the difference. Knowing that you were there, waiting and reading, kept
Third Person's POV:It was unlike Isabel to be so bold, and Mason couldn’t help but chuckle at her newfound daring. But beneath his amusement, his eyes darkened with lust upon the prospect of breeding her once more.His gaze was steady, neither giving affirmation nor outright refusal. Her desperation was palpable, as if she was doing everything she could to persuade him.Isabel's glistening eyes locked onto his, pleading earnestly. Seeing her so vulnerable and determined, Mason felt utterly defeated. He responded with a long, passionate kiss, surrendering to the intensity of the moment.Mason's fingers dug into her hips as he flipped them over, pinning Isabel beneath him with a sudden, fierce hunger. The look in his eyes was darker now, filled with raw, unbridled lust that made Isabel's pulse quicken and her breath hitch.“You want another baby?” he growled, his voice thick with desire as he leaned down, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. “Then I’ll give you one. But rem
Third Person's POV:Five Years Later....Isabel was buried in her study, absorbed in the papers for her upcoming cases. The clock had slipped past eleven, but she was so deep into her work that she hadn’t even noticed. It wasn’t until the faint clatter of noise from the kitchen broke through her concentration that she glanced at the time.A wave of irritation washed over her as she realized their son was still awake at this late hour. The exhaustion from a day spent pouring over legal documents hit her all at once, and she decided to step away from her work.The house was cloaked in darkness when she emerged from her study. It didn’t take her long to figure out what was going on. She knew Mason and Alex had likely plunged the house into darkness for one of their father-son video game nights, thinking she wouldn’t catch on.Isabel felt a surge of frustration toward Mason. He was spoiling their boy by giving in to every whim, no matter how late it was.“Alex! Where are you?” Isabel call
Third Person's POV:Isabel’s heart broke as she watched him tear up, his dry lips trembling with every word. She reached out to him, desperate to pull him back from the edge. "What have you done to yourself, Mason? You've...""Please leave. Le... Leave me alone," Mason screamed abruptly, pressing his hands to his ears as if trying to block out her voice, her very existence.Isabel stood frozen, her mind spinning, unable to comprehend the depth of his despair. As she moved closer, Mason curled into himself even more, his body trembling violently. The sight of him—so broken, so terrified—left her breathless with sorrow."Mason, what’s wrong? Talk to me, please. I’m here for you," Isabel pleaded, but the more she tried to reach him, the more he seemed to spiral. His body shook uncontrollably, each tremor more violent than the last, and Isabel was left standing there, helpless and heartbroken, unsure how to save the man she loved.Mason pulled away from Isabel again, his movements frantic
Third Person's POV:As the night dragged on, Isabel couldn’t calm her racing thoughts. Sleep had long evaded her, her mind consumed by thoughts of Mason. Anna had urged her to rest and not worry too much, but Isabel’s determination to see Mason after hearing all that Anna had shared was unwavering.Concerned for her baby, Isabel decided to wait until morning, but her impatience grew with each passing second. Her breathing became uneven as her mind churned with the worst possible outcomes.Unable to wait any longer, Isabel climbed out of bed, resolved to go see Mason. She was determined not to wake Anna or anyone else, knowing how exhausted they were from organizing the baby shower.Moving quietly, she grabbed a car key and headed to the garage. With no drivers available at this late hour, Isabel made the decision to drive herself. She felt nervous; her driving skills were rusty, having only taken a few lessons months ago when she and Mason were still together.But Isabel’s resolve was
Third Person's POV:Six Months Later.....As winter settled in, the London air grew colder, biting with a chill that seeped through the walls. Isabel stood by the window, staring out at the dreary sky, heavy with the promise of rain—something she despised about living here. The city felt oppressively gray, the kind of weather that made her long for warmth and sunlight.With a sigh, she turned away from the window and focused on packing. Her flight to Florida was in a few hours, and though returning there was the last thing she wanted, she knew she had no choice. Being 32 weeks pregnant and far from family, she realized she couldn't go through this alone.Mason's parents and her mother, Jenna, had been urging her to come back for weeks. They had planned a baby shower and insisted she needed to be there, especially with her due date looming next month. Reluctantly, Isabel had taken a leave of absence from law school, agreeing to make the move, if only temporarily.The thought of reuniti
Third Person's POV:In the morning, Isabel was finally allowed to visit Mason in his room. When she arrived, she found him still asleep. His arm and hand were heavily bandaged, and seeing them filled her with a deep sense of guilt. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had failed him by not being there to prevent the attack.The thought of what could have happened if things had gone worse made her feel selfish. If Mason had lost his life, she could never forgive herself for not doing more to protect him.She approached his bedside quietly, careful not to wake him. She had already spoken to the doctor, who had confirmed that Mason’s injuries were severe and would take time to heal. Still, she felt a surge of relief knowing that his life was no longer in immediate danger.As she watched him sleep, Isabel was overwhelmed by a mixture of longing and uncertainty. She reached out tentatively to stroke his face but hesitated, reminding herself that she had no right to touch him. She wasn’t
Third Person's POV:As the terror of the moment erupted, Mason's eyes frantically sought Isabel, silently pleading for her to hide. His bloody palm struggled to hold back the knife, but his strength was fading fast. Just as he felt himself slipping, a gunshot shattered the air, followed by a woman's scream that sliced through the chaos.The weight of the attacker suddenly lifted from Mason as the man collapsed to the side, the knife slipping from his grip. Mason, bracing for the fatal blow with his eyes clenched shut, hesitated before daring to look. When he did, he saw the floor beneath the man’s head quickly darkening with fresh blood.The apartment door burst open, and police officers swarmed in. One of them approached Mason, snapping him out of his daze. "Are you okay, sir?"Mason couldn’t find his voice. The trauma of what had just unfolded left him numb, and the searing pain in his arm and hand from the stab wound clouded his thoughts. All that mattered in that moment was Isabel