All Chapters of His Betrayal, His Regret: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Emerson’s POVIsabel’s limp body lay against the pristine white sheets. Her face was pale and peaceful for the first time since the banquet. Her trembling breaths had slowed, her chest rising and falling softly. I leaned over, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her damp forehead. Even in her unconscious state, there was an ethereal beauty about her. A strength in her fragile frame that left me breathless.How had I let this happen? How had I allowed her life to shatter so completely while I stood by, blind to the destruction? My chest ached with guilt, the weight of my sins crushing me. I had ruined her. The one woman who had always been my anchor, even when I didn't realize it.The sound of the door creaking open broke my thoughts. The family doctor, Eric, entered with a somber expression. His gaze flickered to the blood dripping from my arm, staining the carpet beneath me.“Mr. Williams,” Eric said, his voice calm but firm, “your wound needs immediate attention. It's deep, and

Isabel’s POVWhen I woke, the first thing I noticed was the faint golden light filtering through the curtains. The second was the warmth of Emerson’s hand wrapped tightly around mine. He was slumped over the edge of the bed. His head was resting precariously on the mattress, his face drawn with exhaustion. He was asleep.The IV stand beside me stood empty, the needle removed from my hand. I felt an odd sense of calm, as though the storm of rage and grief had temporarily settled. My mind was clearer now, and with it came a stark realization. What I had done last night, the chaos I had unleashed, wasn’t going to solve anything.Death was too easy, too merciful for Lilith. She deserved to experience the same agony she’d inflicted on me. I couldn’t let her escape the torment she had brought into my life so easily.I carefully tried to withdraw my hand from Emerson’s grasp, not wanting to wake him. But the slight movement stirred him, and his eyes shot open, bloodshot and panicked.“Isa,”

Isabel’s POVThe cool night air hit my face as we rushed outside. Emerson carried Liam in his arms, his face a mask of fear and desperation. The sight was so surreal I could barely process it. Just as we reached the driveway, Caleb’s car screeched to a halt, his headlights cutting through the darkness.“Isabel?” Caleb’s voice was laced with worry as he got out of the car. “I came to see if you were okay after everything that happened at the banquet… What’s going on?”Emerson didn’t slow down, his steps quick and purposeful. “No time to explain!” he barked. “Liam needs help. Stay here with Isabel.”But I stepped forward, shaking my head. “I’m going with you.”Caleb turned to me, confused. “Isa, are you sure? You don’t look well yourself.”“I’m fine,” I replied, though I wasn’t. My legs felt like jelly, and my head was still spinning from everything that had happened earlier. But something inside me couldn’t let Liam suffer alone.Emerson hesitated, glancing between me and Caleb. “You’r

Isabel’s POVEmerson’s face was a storm of anger as he stood near his phone, which had miraculously survived the fall. The rage that had consumed him moments before was evident in the tense set of his jaw and the tremble in his clenched fists. I lingered by the doorway, unsure of what to say. The aftermath of his outburst settled heavily around us.When he finally noticed me, his hardened expression softened. His exasperation momentarily melted into something gentler. His eyes met mine, a mixture of frustration and guilt swirling in their depths.I forced an awkward smile, unsure of how to navigate the tension. “I… I didn’t mean to overhear,” I said quietly, my voice barely cutting through the silence.He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “It’s not your fault,” he muttered. “It’s hers.”I didn’t ask for details; I could already piece together enough. Lilith. Whatever she’d said or done during that heated phone call had pushed him to his breakin

Isabel’s POVI slowly turned my gaze to Emerson, my heart pounding in my chest. The words he’d just spoken hung in the air between us, a shock that reverberated through my body. My eyes met his, and I stared at him, stunned by the audacity of the question. My voice caught in my throat.“What?” I finally managed to croak, my voice trembling.“You heard me,” Emerson repeated, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that felt almost suffocating. “If Liam is your son—our son—you’d want him to grow up in a stable home, right? I’m asking if you’d consider giving us another chance.”The question felt like a slap, a cruel and twisted joke at a time when everything else seemed to be collapsing around me. My lips parted, but no words came. The confusion, anger, and disbelief swirled inside me until I couldn’t take it any longer. Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped Emerson across the face. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, a sharp, resounding reality.“How dare you