Semua Bab Love Me Again: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Author's POV Andrew paced the length of his apartment, his mind racing. The high from his confrontation with Isabella had started to fade, and now he was left with a feeling of urgency. He couldn’t just sit and wait for Isabella to come around. The regret, the apology act—it would only go so far. There was no further reaction from her side. It's no working as he planned. If he really wanted to drive a wedge between Isabella and David, he needed to think bigger. He needed something that would shake her to the core. He paused at the window, staring out at the city below. His thoughts circled around one idea, one person who stood in the way more than anyone, Sebastian, Isabella’s father. It was all his fault. 'That old man had snatched my Isabella from me. It was him, who brought David between our bond.' Sebastian had never liked Andrew and had always looked at him with cold suspicion. The old man had seen right through Andrew’s charm from the start. It had been subtle at first,

Author's POV Isabella sat at the edge of her bed, her body numb, her hands trembling as she tried to process the news she had just received. It couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. David, her David had been arrested for her father’s death. The authorities had concluded that the crash wasn’t an accident, but a planned conspiracy. And all the evidence pointed to him.Her phone buzzed on the bed beside her, and she jumped, her nerves on edge. It was a text from Andrew." I heard about the arrest. I’m so sorry, Isabella. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here."She stared at the message, her stomach churning. Andrew had been texting her more often since the funeral, always offering his support. She knew she should be wary, especially after their past, but right now, she felt so alone. David had been her rock, and now he was the one being accused of tearing her life apart.A knock on the door broke her thoughts. Bella, her mother, stepped into the room, her eyes swollen from days of cryi

Isabella sat in the quiet of Andrew’s car as they drove away from her family’s home, the weight of the decision she’d made pressing down on her chest like a suffocating blanket. The rain drizzled against the windows, mirroring the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She could still hear her mother’s voice in her head, pleading with her not to leave, warning her that she was making a terrible mistake. Alonzo’s cold anger rang in her ears as he accused her of running back to Andrew, of letting herself be manipulated by the same man who had broken her heart. But none of that mattered right now. Not the anger, the disappointment, or the accusations. There was something far more important at stake: the truth. And Isabella knew, deep in her gut, that David was innocent. She glanced at Andrew from the corner of her eye as he drove, his face calm and collected, a far cry from the panic and guilt that had overtaken her family. He was humming softly to the tune playing on the radio, hi

Andrew stood in the middle of his apartment, the silence ringing in his ears. He glanced around the living room, his brow furrowing with confusion. Where was Isabella? She had promised she would stay with him, that they would get through this together. But now, the apartment felt hollow, like a shell of its former self. “Isabella?” he called out, his voice echoing off the walls. “Are you here?” He hurried through the rooms, checking the kitchen, the bedroom, even the bathroom. But there was no sign of her. A sinking feeling began to settle in his stomach as he pulled out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, finding her name, and pressed call. The phone rang and rang, but it went straight to voicemail. He tried again, then again. After several attempts, he let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Where the hell are you?” he muttered to himself, pacing the room. His mind raced with possibilities. 'Had she gone to see David? No, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t

The sun dipped low in the sky as the group made their way back to the family home The familiar facade brought back memories for Isabella, but it was also laced with a sense of anticipation. Her father, Sebastian, was alive, a thought that had once seemed impossible. As they arrived at the house, David turned to Isabella and Alonzo. “Are you both ready for this?” he asked, concern etched on his face. “Yes,” Isabella said, her heart racing. “She need to see him.” With that, they stepped through the grand entrance. The scent of home cooking wafted through the air, and Isabella felt a flood of memories wash over her. The familiar decor—family photos lining the walls, the scent of lavender candles that her mother loved—brought warmth to her heart. “Let’s go find Mom,” Alonzo suggested, his voice filled with excitement. “Good idea,” David replied, leading the way. As they moved through the house, the anticipation built with each step. “Should we call her?” Isabella hesitated