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“Let’s not waste our time, Isabelle,” Morris broke in. “This is not working, you know it. It is over between us. May I break it to you that my sweetheart here is carrying my child? The child you couldn’t give me.”***Isabelle was on her way back home to break the good news to her husband when she suddenly changed her mind asking the cab driver to take the next divert and stop at the second block, along the street. Allison Riley was her best friend and had been very helpful to her and her husband since they started the hunt for a child. Due to their inability to afford the IVF, Allison had volunteered to help and the process was successfully carried out.So, before going home, she taught it wise to stop by and thank you her dear friend first.On reaching the house, the entrance door was slightly opened. She hesitantly slid it open as she scanned the room left and right from the door. Seeing no one was worried. How can her friend’s house be opened and no one inside?“Allison!” she cal
“This is a very big mistake that has never happened before in our hospital and we’re very sorry,” Dr. Kim pleaded, enunciating each syllable with grim clarity.Isabelle had arrived the hospital about an hour later she was called. Seating across Dr. Kim, she listened attentively, yet unable to make meaning from her explanations.“I can still you’re still confused. I’ll explain further,” Dr. Kim said. Isabelle adjusted to the edge of her seat. “The nurse in charge of the insemination mistakenly took the sperm for another client and mix with the sample eggs retrieved from your ovaries.”“What?!” Isabelle interjected, her voice quaking. The message was now clear. “You mean I’m carrying another man’s child?”A hushed silence filtered across the room. The ringing sounds of the telephone penetrated the hushed silence. “Right away!” Dr. Kim said with hastiness in her voice as quickly stood up. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Williams, there’s been an emergency. I need leave right away. Could you wait for s
The look on Mr. Fernandez’s face was distraught yet satisfying; he was going to be a father after all. But he stared at Isabelle disdainfully as he turned and left the office informing the doctor that his assistant will contact her.“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” Dr. Kim asked her gaze on Isabelle with narrowed brow. “This is a big mistake, Mrs. Williams.”“Well, I couldn’t just stand and watch you and every other staff lose their jobs for something I know I can take care of,” Isabelle replied with an assuring tone.Dr. Kim was still boiling in worries knowing that the young lady didn’t understand the grave consequences of her actions – what she was getting at. However, in her expression, she was grateful for her brave intervention.“You really did save our jobs. Thank you, Mrs. Williams, but this is a big risk you're about to take,” Dr. Kim said. “This contract comes with conditions that may not sit well with you. It’s not like the surrogacy you have known of.”This c
Dr. Kim was led to Isabelle’s room by the receptionist as she arrive the hotel where the former was lodged last night. Disbelief and shock swept across her features as she met Isabelle’s gaze.“Oh god!” she exclaimed. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”Isabelle’s looks clearly showed she needed help. Even though it was morning, her face was pale, dark lines swept beneath the corners of her eyes. “I’m okay, Dr. Kim,” Isabelle said, trying to fake a smile. “Don’t worry about my looks. It’s probably all about last night. I’ll be fine. Meanwhile, I’m divorced. The papers were served last night. So, you can call me Mrs. Bricks from now on.”“Was it because of this?” Dr. Kim asked worryingly.“No, not at all. It’s a long story and I…don’t worry, doctor. I’m fine now.” Isabelle tried to narrate the story of ordeal to Dr. Kim, but in second thought, decided not to. Even after divorce, she was still protective of her ex-husband's image. Dr. Kim wasn’t satisfied with that, but time to atte
Isabelle was already in the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee very early in the morning. The thought of the nightmare stole the remaining iota of sleep from her eyes. Bridget walked in a minute later to make her breakfast.“Good morning ma,” she greeted.“Good morning, Bridget, how are you?” Isabelle responded politely.“I’m fine, ma. What would you like to have for breakfast?”Isabelle, still putting up a smile, thought for a minute before answering. “Tofu Scramble Burrito,” she said, raising the cup of coffee to take a sip. “Let’s go the Mexican way,” she added.Bridget smiled and immediately got to work.After the breakfast, she showed her the way to Fernandez room. It was the next door after hers; the one with the sculpture of the head of a lion above its entrance door. There, Isabelle remembered the line in the contract that read, ‘you must not leave the house unsearched.’ He must’ve chosen the next room for her just to keep an eye on her.“Did you sleep well?” The baritone
Echoes of cheers and side whisperings from the excited guests saturated the hall. Isabelle’s heart raced like whirl wind, beating heavily inside her chest against the walls of its bony cage.It was an in-house party to celebrate one of Carlos’s business breakthroughs.As she stood beside Carlos, beaming with smiles mixed with uneasiness, he wrapped his arms around her waist possessively. The penetrating gazes of the guests with their furrowed eyes in shock pierced into Isabelle’s eyes as the reality of her situation sank in. She was now portrayed as the wife Carlos Fernandez – the ruthless billionaire.”Breathe, Isabelle,” Carlos whispered softly in her ears, his breath warm against her skin. He widened his teeth for a smile; an attitude that was unlike him. “Now, smile like you mean it.”Isabelle forced a smile slightly, subtle lines swept across her cheeks. She tried to maintain a steady composure. She had agreed to this charade in the first place, just that the suddenness seemed t
For a moment, a lingering hushed silence took over Carlos’s study, the tension was becoming palpable as he stared at Isabelle, his dark eyes flickering with mix of anger and something else, unreadable – could it be fear?Isabelle could feel her heart hammering against the walls of her chest as she struggled to find her voice. “I uh… I couldn’t sleep,” she stammered, taking a step back, scared to her bones by the rage in Carlos’s dark eyes. “I was just exploring and the door was open…”Carlos clenched his jaw, his voice took on a grave tone as he asked; “And did your exploration include rifling through my personal belongings too?”Isabelle’s eyes widened as she swallowed hard, noticing that she’d been caught. “I’m so sorry, Carlos, I didn’t mean to intrude your privacy. I just….”“You just what?” Carlos cut her off, not allowing her to complete the sentence, his voice sharp as a knife’s edge. “I see you want to play detective. Do you even have a slightest idea of what you’ve done?”Bef
"There should be something, anything," he murmured, continuously scrolling through financial reports and news articles from recent and past publications.Then his gaze fell on one headline: "Controversial Medical Research in Connection with Fernandez Holdings." His heart was thumbing hard against his chest, as he clicked on the article published about a week ago.The article discussed a series of allegations concerning unethical medical practices and court injunctions pointing to Fernandez Holdings. Though Fernandez Holdings denied having something to do with all that and described them as false information, the journalist hinted at some cover-up or hush money for those events."Bingo," Morris whispered; on his lips, there was a grim smile. He continued reading through the pages and other related articles in search of further information, following a trail of shell companies and offshore accounts that did unsuitably seem to link back to Carlos.The morning sun was already boring out t
The End Morris sighed and looked at the floor, “Carlos, I. . . I owe you an apology.” He was feeling regretful standing in front of the Fernandez family’s large living room. ”I’ve been wrong about you for far too long. ” The man, who once was called the ruthless billionaire Carlos Fernandez, stared at Morris in surprise. The passage of time had made him bitter and a little less cruel; the man had a glimmer of humanity in his gaze. "Morris, we have both sinned, and maybe it is time that we let that go, and start afresh." ,. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. . Two days later, there was a tense atmosphere in the Fernandez mansion as the family got ready for the last day in court. Isabelle walked around the room, her twins, Sophia and Alex watched their mother with concern. They were teenagers, still they were not dumb enough not to feel the gravity of the situation although not wise enough to understand it fully. “Mommy, are we going to be okay?” Sophia asked, her face registered with concer
Price of Redemption In the airport lounge as they waited for their flight back home, Carlos turned to Isabelle, out of the blue it seemed, deadly serious."We need to talk, Isabelle," he said, with the voice just loud enough despite the background noise of the terminal.Isabelle put down her magazine, knowing whatever he would say next carried weight. "What is it, Carlos?"He paused again and looked over to the kids, who were all busy with their phones and snacks, apparently noticing nothing of the tension palpably drawn between their parents. Then he turned back to Isabelle, his fierce gaze softening. "This trip. I realize now more than ever how much we have run away from facing things. I mean, we have been so ensnared with the trial, that we paid no heed to how much we needed each other."Slowly, Isabelle nodded and put the magazine aside. Of course they would have had to discuss it sometime. This vacation had been an escape route for the time being, but they had not been able to
Isabelle's POV A Change of SceneryCarlos had grown distant and busy, and Isabelle could barely remember the last time that they had really spoken.The children were affected by this too—reportedly. Alex, who was otherwise so cheerful and full of life, grew into a quiet individual who spent more time in his room compared to before. Sophia watched her parents with a worried look in her eyes, which seemed to pick up on an air of tension.She knew something had to give. They couldn't go on much longer this way, dancing around each other and barely holding together as a family unit. One evening while they sat around the dinner table almost in complete silence, Isabelle cleared her throat to speak."I think we need a break," she said, her voice slicing through the tension. "A real break. I've booked us a vacation; just the four of us. We leave tomorrow." Carlos's head jerked up from over his plate, his eyes flashing with surprise. "A vacation? Now? Isabelle, with the trial coming up, I d
Double CrossIsabelle's POV While Carlos and I pretty much were picking our way carefully through a brittle truce, truth got entangled—an undercurrents of mistrust and suspicion run too deep underneath.Morris was back in our lives, busy with Carlos, planning an appeal that hung over us all like the sword of Damocles. I played the supportive wife, but my stomach twisted with each glimpse of the two of them huddled together in strategy sessions. Not to forget Allison—always there to remind me things were not just as they seemed.Somehow, Allison had wormed her way back into Carlos's favor. Now, she just made herself useful in ways that left me wondering at her motives. There wasn't much I could do, though, I didn't have a lot to argue with results for. We needed all the help we could get.Yet something in the way she smiled at Morris, maybe something about it, in her eyes' glitter, when she thought herself unobserved jarred on me. I could see that she was plotting something. I only wo
Unlikely AlliesIsabelle's POV As I came home after the trial, the silence was palpable. Carlos and I had sort of reached a compromise to work things out, but the chasm of distance between us now seemed larger than before. We tiptoed around each other, trying not to detonate the fights that had become all too frequent. The weight of everything that had happened hung over us like a dark cloud, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to give.It was late in the day, but I found Carlos in his study, nursing a glass of whiskey. His face seemed to hold more etchings of worry lines than even a few days ago. Hesitating at the door, unsure if I should intrude, before I could retreat he looked up and caught my gaze."Isabelle," he said, his voice soft, almost vulnerable. "Come in."I walked into the room and sensed the tension in the air. "What's on your mind?" I inquired, attempting to keep my tone light.Carlos let out a sigh and raked a hand over his hair. "It's everythin
Hidden AgendasIsabelle's POV The silence was so thick, so palpable, you could cut it with a knife in that courtroom. Then the voice of the judge finally broke the quiet, reading the verdict. It was almost as though time had slowed down—draggy, very long words. There it was, folks; the last words: "Not guilty." The disbelief was hard to digest. Wave upon wave of relief washed over me, and then I was numb the next moment.We had finally won, and we were clean for sure this time. But something didn't feel quite right in this wave of relief. What was wrong?Carlos turned to me with a mix of victory and exhaustion on his face. "We did it," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.I nodded to him with a try at a smile. "Yeah, we did."In a flash, Morris was beaming reassuringly upon Carlos, shaking his hand, and at my side. "That is a victory for all of us," he declared, quite assured and composed in voice but with eyes that gave a flicker, the very doubt which was gnawing at me.As
Courtroom DramaIsabelle's POV Carlos had already been downstairs in his suit, impeccable, with an artfully done-up tie, sitting at the kitchen table with an empty, long stare into his coffee. His suit was impeccable, the tie artfully neat, but in his eyes, I could feel the tension. This trial was getting to all of us, I thought, but with Carlos, it felt like it was bearing down on him the most."Ready?" I asked softly, trying to sound surer than I was.He looked up at me then, his expression a mix of determination and exhaustion. "As ready as I'll ever be."We rode to the courthouse in dangerous, silent words. I felt there was some unseen poison spreading between the two of us. The pressure of our relationship overworked by the months tugged tighter and tighter until finally, the impending trial was just enough. Across the chasm in my mind, stretching between us, I could feel the impossible divide to bridge; at least that was what I felt right now.By the time we got there, the cou
Race Against TimeIsabelle's POV Among other things, this document we just received was something game -changing, this last bit of evidence, which would finally shift the tide in our favor. But as much as it brought hope, it also put an immense sense of urgency into the situation. We knew our opponents—all those dark figures who had set this whole scandal up in the first place would move heaven and earth to discredit or suppress it. Every second counted.That evening, we all sat in the living room. The air was heavy with tension; the fear was unsaid. I could see the worry etched on everyone's faces: Carlos, Jack, Sophia, Alex, even Morris, who had rapidly turned into an indispensable part of our efforts."We have to authenticate this evidence now," Morris said, his voice steady, but urgent. "If we don't, they'll find a way to discredit it before we can ever present it." Carlos leaned forward, his elbows propped on his knees, and deep stress lines etched on his face. "Do we have the
Damage ControlIsabelle's POVHere I was in my old familiar role as the squall of accusation and scandal reared its ugly head all over again, trying to hold everything together. An apparent impulsive act on the part of Carlos to issue a press statement without consulting any of us boomeranged. Far from quietening the rumors, it stirred the embers and set them even higher in the public perception of our family.Early the next day, the dawn was breaking right after the news along with a hundred calls, emails, and messages. In my mind, a thousand thoughts raced, but then I realized that I really had no time to panic; I needed to act."Carlos, we need to talk. I almost bumped into each of his study doors. His eyes were black with fatigue, his features etched with stress. The weight of the world seemed to be sitting on his shoulders."What's there to talk about, Isabelle? The damage is done."I took the deep breath of courage to say, "Yes, but we can still manage the narrative. We can't le