Isabella admits her feeling.

Isabella knew it was stupid to lock herself in the bathroom, crying herself into a stupor. It made no sense. And it changed nothing. It didn't change the fact that Kaitlyn was carrying Seth's baby, or that there was the haunting memory of him and Kaitlyn having sex in her head. It would be there forever and would haunt her to no end.

She glanced up at the mirror and winced when she saw her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks, rolling down in waves. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen and she burst into tears again.

Was this what she had been reduced to? Growing up she had always told herself that she would be an independent woman, a woman of valor who depended on no man.

Woman of valor indeed.

There she was, crying her eyes out, and worse over a man. A fucking man. A hot adorable but still a jerk kind of man. She was screwed. She ought to have known it when she bumped into Seth at the fertility clinic. She ought to have known that accidents happened to her often and when they d